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grambini · 1 month

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Random thought speil of character development

The quaking had ceased after what felt like days. Chunks of rock lay strewn across the damp floor littering the crumbling tomb even more. The darkness she had grown up with had began to dispel once the dust settled with eerie silence following suit. Things had never been this quiet before. The whispered wails and muffled screams haunting those who first stepped foot inside the darkness, however silence made those who called the pit home perturbed. It caused an instinctual itch in her ears, like the burning of lungs to take another breath.

In the corner of the muddied rubble is where she sat. This corner she knew as her home that overlooked the rest of the pit was now secluded from the rest of her world. A faint and soft glow touched bits of her body and for a moment she pondered as to what it could be. Old stories passed down through generations resurfaced in her mind. It felt weightless on her skin and had no warmth nor chill.

Could this be what they called light?

Looking up to where the dancing glow pooled she had to quickly shield her eyes from its soft yet foreign intensity. Determination took over however and she quickly braved the sting as her eyes began to adjust to the world only heard about in legends past.

Slowly standing to her feet she inched closer to the gaps in her world. Cool air puffed through making her lungs swell with a feeling that this was the first breath she had ever taken. It even tasted saccharine and crisp. Her mind began to blank as colors she had never seen before came into focus. Plush vibrant plants hung from all around in an array of vibrancies her mind could not comprehend. Her word was dull and dark, with fire being the only color she had ever known. Her heart began to hammer in her chest, unease and curiosity taking over as she ventured out of the pit. No longer did her feet scrape against hard stone, but rather sank into soft earth and grass. The deafening silence giving way to soft howls and quiet rustling.

She walked seemingly in a blind daze as her mind raced to grasp the reality of her surroundings. The light becoming ever brighter the more she ventured out of what seemed to be a crack in an ever bigger rock.

She stood now fully free of the confines of the pit and its wall overlooking a clearing of tall plants that creaked with holding their weight in the soft breeze. The light was a cold color casting everything in a muted shade as a cold intangible smokey fog covered her feet and surroundings.

The silence of the soft breeze was then accompanied by a hushed hum closer than the wind. Her eyes quickly darted around almost painfully trying to focus on anything that may have been the source.

“Another child born of chains has come forth,” a honeyed and disembodied voice emerged, further splitting the stillness. “What will thou do with this now found freedom I wonder?”

“Who are you?” Her voice seemed to barely escape her lips and came out in a hush. Her eyes tirelessly scanning around her.

“Will thee change thine destiny and forge a new path? Or succumb like thy kin and fall back into the depths or something more anticipatory such as wallowing until lamented?”

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she spun circles rooted in the spot. Finally a glint of light caught her eye and she was met with whom it was she heard.

Skeletal structures covered their body as beautiful billowing ribbons and fabric cascaded down the elevated height of the form pooling at their feet. Colors danced off their pale gray skin in artistic precision. Their right eye covered by bones of a hand as the other rimmed in black bore into her own. It was only then she realized that their face was drawn into a wide crooked grin displaying a row of sharp pale teeth.

“Greetings, banished. We have much to discuss.”

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grambini · 1 month

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˚✧₊⁎❝᷀ົཽ≀ˍ̮ ❝᷀ົཽ⁎⁺˳✧༚

New boy who dis?

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grambini · 2 months

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So like. Coloring is hard

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grambini · 2 months

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hai can you draw a fella butt booty naked

Yes!

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grambini · 2 months

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Mmm _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Female oc belongs to @gaillouise

Do I put minors dni? Nahhh… just sweet lil kissies?? Right??? RIGHT??

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grambini · 4 months

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Been playing Love and Deepspace for like 5 days straight now. And am down bad for this guy. ☃️

#love and deepspace #drawing #sketch #doodle #original art #painting #digital art #procreateapp #art #love and deep space zayne #zayne love and deepspace #dating sim #i love him #down bad #whydoeshehavetobefakeomg #fanart #fantasy #scifi

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grambini · 4 months

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(☝︎ ՞ਊ ՞)☝︎ !!!

my COD OC agnes “sunge” lund!! i’ve been writing about her over on ao3 as well as @grambini ‘s OC odin!!!

#go read it #go read the fic #itmentionsdickandballs #thats right #cod smut

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grambini · 4 months

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Part 6 boogie woogie oogie

Light slowly began to stream through the blinds bringing life back into the darkness of the quiet house. He always liked the day more than the night. The night meant that things would be reset and whatever good happened during the light melted away into the dark. Each day he told himself things may be different. Maybe *today* would be a good day, maybe she’s better today, maybe today things will just be… different.

Light fully engulfed his empty room sans for his bed, desk, and bookcase filled with textbooks and music sheets. The only personal possession he had been allowed to keep was the small model train engine placed by itself on the very top of the case; too high for him to reach without pulling up a chair, and even then, just a bit too far back for his fingers to reach. Maybe today he’d be able to ask to play with it today.

Footsteps gently knocked on the hardwood floor towards his room making him drag his eyes away from the light and to his closed door. He quietly sat up and swung his legs to the side of the bed as the door quietly opened revealing the kind face of his father.

“Already up again, Rudy?” His father asked. Dark circles lined his eyes dampening the hope for today’s light. No, maybe he just couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t get too far ahead of himself.

“Go wake up your sister. I’ll get breakfast started.” At this his father disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared. His father was always a quiet man. Patient too when it came to he and his sister. Although, he always seemed a little stretched thin. Face becoming slimmer by the day, eyes sinking lower into his face. Curiously, they always seemed to sadden whenever he looked at he and his sister.

Quickly dressing into a pullover and slacks he made his way to his sister’s room. She was always a heavy sleeper. Some good days they would joke that she could sleep through a train wreck. Though, hyperboles were not welcome every day.

His sister’s room was much like his own. Bare white walls with a bed, desk, and bookshelf against three of the four. Her special keepsake however was always nestled in her arms; A small skunk stuffy never leaving her side. He’ll never forget the day she and his father came home from a grocery run with the small toy practically being smothered by her small little arms. Like it would be taken away at any second. Though, she had every right to believe that. He would also not forget the embarrassed tears he wiped away when she said she got the skunk due to it reminding her of him. Anyone could see the resemblance between him and a skunk. The white streak standing out among the black was always a topic of discussion when his parents would invite guests over for dinner.

“Dagny, wake up,” he slowly shook her shoulder. “Wake up, it’ll be time for breakfast soon.” He gained no response until reaching for the black and white animal suffocating in her arms. “If you don’t wake up I’m going to hide Ger!” He whispered and immediately her eyes shot open. They were the same pale green as his. They also shared the same black hair but she was lucky enough to not have Ger’s trait like him.

“I’m tired today, Rudy,” she pouted as she sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “I wonder if mother is tired today too.”

He stifled a small frown and helped Dagny to her feet. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her today.” A small quiet wine sounded deep in her throat. The only sign of protest she showed after the one time Ger was almost taken away from her. He didn’t think his eardrums would ever recover. Needless to say, no one wanted that to reoccur.

“That means she is tired, Rudy. Whenever she doesn’t wake you up means she’s having another bad day.” Small tears began to form in her eyes before she sucked in a breath and closed them tightly.

“We’ll just have to see. Maybe she woke up early and decided to compose.” His fake smile seemed to be enough for Dagny’s tears to be fully willed away.

After helping her decide which dress to wear for the day they made their way to the kitchen. Dagny still rubbing sleep from her eyes and dragging Ger along behind her. They were greeting by their father as he first lifted his little sister onto one of the chairs before climbing onto his own. Plates were then placed in front of them and they began eating; a certain question lingering in the air that both him and his sister dared not to ask. It was quiet, but was that how today would be?

The next hours passed with the still silence as both he and Dagny sat opposite of each other at the table doing their homework steadily moving through each subject. Occasionally Dagny would sigh and that was his cue to help her on a difficult math problem or letters. The day went by quietly and swiftly. They finished studying just in time for dinner made by their father and soon the sun began to set. Both were washed up and ready for bed and tucked in by their father just as the light completely dissolved.

There he laid in his bed. The silence still following him. Quiet heavily pressed into his ear drums and the slow pulse of blood running through him made them feel like they were aching. What felt like hours passed in to the night and he finally felt himself slowly slipping into sleep, a calm quiet taking place of the raging silence of uncertainty.

That was until soft plinks began to fill the edge of his consciousness. They were slow and thought out. Pauses taking place every so often. His eyes slowly slid open and he quietly pushed himself from his bed. His blood began to violently course through him as his door creaked open and he felt himself being led down the long hallway. The moon brightly shone through the blinds casting shadows of bars onto him and the floors. The plinks were now decipherable and created a beautiful melodic tune. One he had heard many times before, but this time, there were new notes that followed the ones ingrained into his mind. When the pauses held the night in a vice small scribbles took the place of the melody before it continued again. Thoughtfully trying each note until it perfectly flowed. He hadn’t noticed but he’d been standing in the doorway for a couple of minutes unabashedly caught in a reverie.

Quickly he stepped to the side making the wall create a barrier between him and the sounds of the piano, and more importantly, who was playing the instrument.

“Come out Rüdiger, I know you’re there.” A soft whisper of a voice called.

He didn’t think twice before stepping back into the threshold of the room and meeting the pale green eyes of his mother. Her black hair was skillfully weaved in a braid trailing down her back and she wore a simple grey dress with slippers. His throat felt dry in anticipation for what she was to say next. It was always a guessing game with the attitude of his mother.

“Come play a song with me, Rüdiger.” She said simply and held out a pale hand. He all too quickly gripped it and felt himself sink into the warmth of her arms. She gently ran her slim fingers through his fluffy hair before planting a kiss right on top.

“Sit with me. I think I just finished my song.” It was a near whisper but her voice rang clear in the silence. Swiftly he sat next to her where he could reach the keys, but she could still reach the pedals for him. He did a thoughtful scan over the notes scratched into the sheet and placed his hand on the keys starting them off. The music gently flowed through the room but only took flight once his mother joined in. Together they played and it seemed like light began to creepy through the windows signaling that day had once again arrived to the house. The warmth his mother brought to his heart was what he longed for every second of every day. But moments like these could never last forever.

The music came crashing to a halt. His back landed on the floor with a loud thud as his mother stood over him her fists clenched. Pain bloomed all along his cheek and he quickly began to scamper backwards.

“What did I tell you about the black keys! Don’t use the black keys as a shortcut! Ever! I’m ashamed of you!” Her voice screamed volumes over the night as she began making her way towards him. “You ungrateful brat! After everything I’ve done for you!”

Her voice grew louder as she drew closer. Her body began to violently shake. Blood began to drip from her mouth and nose. A sharp shrill scream filled the air like train wheels screeching to a halt. The scene around him changed. Lines of seats were thrown to the side as bodies followed them, instantly breaking. Turning his head back, his father’s jaw was slack and hung at an odd angle. The world around him shook and pain sliced through every part of him.

Light violently stabbed at his eyes and his world still spun like a top. The ground was cold beneath him and static garbling sounded in his ear. He blinked trying to get his eyes to focus on anything but could only make sense of a blurred form standing above him.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Price’s new dog.”

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grambini · 4 months

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ヾ(。￣□￣)ﾂ

Female oc Agnes belongs to @gaillouise

Also here’s a time lapse video cuz those are fun

Total time: 6 hours

With a small fee this could be your ocs too! ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ. ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ

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grambini · 5 months

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New hobby: putting men in tight fitting crop tops.

More of my oc

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grambini · 5 months

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"Clinic Memoirs" - a short story (part 5)

"Alright merc. This is your stop." The old woman known as Laswell announced bringing the attention of the four other men in the chopper to him. There had been more than enough of that in the last few weeks. Every fibre of him was ready to be alone, even if it meant never seeing tomorrow.

He could feel the gazes of the others as he pulled on his chute and readied himself on the ledge. Looking down he couldn't see anything but inky black. It was a new moon tonight, perfect for stealth. Without a moment of hesitation, he put both hands on either side of himself and swiftly guided himself out of the chopper plunging head-first into the abyss. The only downside to dark nights like these was not knowing how far away the ground was or if there were any trees or rocks ready to impale unsuspecting jumpers.

The wind rushed in his ears and he allowed himself a quick moment of rest. Slowly blinking his eyes and taking in what felt like the first breath of air he'd had in months. The moment ended unfortunately all too soon when small darker specs started to show down below.

Swiftly he opened his chute and glided down to the ground thankfully not snagging on any of the trees that littered the land. He noted there wasn't any sound to be heard, not even birds. Eerie quiet like this tended to be a bad omen where he was trained. He could remember the old man drilling it into his head to turn back if the birds stopped chirping. Something about a warning being sent from the heavens. Unfortunately, birds didn't give PTO.

Dropping his chute pack he readied his rifle and began his trek forward. According to the captain he had about a two kilometers walk to the Russian base known as Konni Group. As he walked he replayed the captain's debriefing in his mind. The man wouldn’t stop looking at him. He seemed to be watching his every move, just like the silly student shrink did. What they were looking for was beyond him. His time at Specgru was a year-long contract meaning he had a good 8 months left with the jævler. This made him groan internally. Perhaps him dying on this mission wasn't such a bad idea. Everyone back on base seemed hellbent that he was going to. Even the guy known as 'Ghost' seemed to express pity towards him, and according to the yappy mohawk guy, that was pretty out of character. Nevertheless, he would have to agree that this operation was more on the dangerous side and could clearly see the handy work of the unseen higher-ups not wanting to sacrifice one of their own.

Many, such as the tiny shrink and the captain asked him questions about the operation. Their eyes and tone betraying their real question being: "Are you scared of dying?" and "Why are you still going through with this?" He didn't know the answer, other than he knew for certain that he had to. To satisfy whatever itch he felt within himself.

The thoughtful trek ended all too soon as he found himself shortly in front of a dimly lit base. Crates littered the entire area as humvees patrolled the area. The place was as busy as a rat's nest. He expected some Konni soldiers to be here, but there were so many it seemed like an infestation.

Hunkering behind one of the crates at the edge of the tarmac he took out his comm and flipped through the channels.

"141, how copy?" He quietly asked into the comm. Nothing but static sounded from the end. "Captain, do you read?" He asked again only to be met with the same white noise. "Damn birds..." He muttered shouldering it back onto his ruck and cracking his knuckles. This was going to be an ugly one.

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It was indeed ugly, to say the least. After learning the signal was being jammed he decided it was time to play dirty too by announcing his presence with a string of grenades placed next to parked humvees. The rats quickly started pouring out of their nest firing blindly into the night. A few of the rodents' fires came pretty close to finding their mark a couple times. He had to hand it to them, they were very persistent. He had resorted to a raid instead of stealth due to the sheer amount of them, simply because there was no place to hide. Firing mag after mag when one Konni soldier dropped it felt like four more took their place. He didn’t have much time before he was out of spares and that spelled death for certain.

His feet pounded on the tarmac as he raced across the base ignoring the familiar needle of pain in his hips and knee. His breath began to come in and out in short puffs. How many hours had gone by? What was taking the captain's precious little task force so long? He was practically grasping at straws at this point, running blindly down corridors, opening random doors, and mowing down anyone inside. Sweat drenched every inch of him and he had to quickly blink drops out of his eyes. Every breath he took strained his lungs and his limbs began to burn from overexertion.

After a couple twists and turns he found a quiet hallway and quickly launched himself into what he hoped was an empty room. With a swift click of the door, he was greeted with silence with only muted sounds of Konnie soldiers in the distance.

After a couple puffs of air and removing his balaclava, his breathing came back to a bearable state as he silently scoped out the room he had found. Rows of computers lined up and down the space. It looked to be some kind of command central room. But why was no one here? Quickly he began rifling through papers and managed to somehow turn on one of the computers with his limited Russian knowledge. He opened file after file quickly scrolling through documents with big red print marked across them.

"That looks important," He muttered to himself as he opened another document this time met with instruction manual pictures. At the third scroll through he felt his breath hitch. "Those rat bastards...".

"Seems you've been outsmarted, old bitch." He whispered thinking about the expression Laswell must be wearing. Surely the 141 should have noticed by now that the operation had been sabotaged. It had been four hours since his drop meaning three hours since they dropped; plenty of time to realize something wasn’t right. Luckily for the 141, he now had the plans and knew how to operate the Konni's precious biochemical weapon. Unluckily for the Konni, he knew how to operate it and also found it had an override button, or what seemed to be an override button.

The good thing about rats is that they have rat-sized brains, meaning the location of the weapon was also listed in the documents. Grabbing his rifle and pulling his still wet balaclava up over his nose he started out the door and headed straight for the marked location. He had to act fast by the sounds of things, the majority of the Konni were going straight to where he was headed. He had one mag left and there were sure to be more Konni than he had bullets.

"Make every shot count." The old man would tell him. Thinking about how stupidly obvious it was he absentmindedly clicked his tongue making a Konni soldier swiftly turn in his direction only to be shot down with a precise bullet through the noggin. That, however, led to the whole nest turning head.

"Alright boys. La oss danse!" He shouted before emptying out the rest of his mag on the group swiftly following up with a couple throwing knives through through the ribs, one landing squarely in the back of a Konni soldier's eye socket.

Bullets rained from every direction and he could feel a plate break sending a shockwave through his sternum. Another landed on his back sending him tumbling forward and onto his knees. His vision began to blur and his mask began to feel even more damp. A low chuckle emitted deep within his chest as he reached into his vest and pulled out all the grenades he had left.

The room began to pop and crack and illuminated with flashbangs thrown into the cocktail of explosives. Konni soldiers began to scream. Some garbled voices could be heard asking for what seemed like backup as he kicked the heavy door closed and raced towards the object that looked exactly like the ones in the documents. It only took a moment for him to find the conveniently placed override shift and flip it.

"No! What have you done?!" A thick Russian accent screamed at him. "You've doomed us all!" At this, the machine started making a shrill beeping noise.

'That's odd... normally override makes everything go quiet' he thought before faintly hearing the word "reactor". He smiled to himself.

"Damn birds."

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grambini · 5 months

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"Clinic Memoirs" - a short story (part 4)

"I told you the bloody answer is no!" he yelled angrily slamming his fist down on the table separating the two. Laswell sat on the opposite side never losing eye contact or changing demeanor in front of the intimidating man before her.

"John, I know you think of your team as a family, but this is a job. Besides, remember that he isn't even an official member of the 141." Laswell stated keeping her voice steady and almost monotone.

"It's a fuckin' suicide mission, Kate." he hissed back his fists never leaving the table and clenched them tighter.

"It's an order." she started and sat further forward in her chair, "you should be thankful. If it weren't for him, you'd be sending one of your own." At this the room filled with silence. Both knew that there was no other option.

Three weeks prior to their heated conversation the stand-in counselor, Cooper, had verified that the mercenary currently posed no threat to the base and was cleared to leave on his next mission in a few days.

"Send me the files, and I'll go over it with him," he said in a near whisper and looked down. He didn't need an answer from Laswell to know that she had already begun typing up the files and gathering the intel they'd need.

Guilt seemed to sit in his gut as he excused himself from her office and began walking back to his own. It was he who gave that shrink Cooper information about Odin. It must have been just what she needed to be able to get him cleared by the higher-ups. In other words, he was the one who helped send Odin to his impending demise.

Upon reaching his office he let out a deep sigh before settling into his chair, propping his elbows up onto the desk and cradling his head in his hands. As much as he hated to admit it, Laswell was right. Odin hadn't been part of the base for more than 6 months, but before that, he was a paid hire. Meaning someone could offer him more money and he'd be on their side regardless of affiliation. There was also the matter of Specgru hiring him solely for the reason of not wanting to risk its own for missions such as these. If it weren't for Odin, he would have been saying goodbye to one of his own.

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A familiar sound broke him out of his daze. Laswell had sent over the files, now it was his turn to print them and go over them with Odin. As he scanned the files the already thin confidence he had in Odin making it out alive diminished completely. Regardless of Odin's skills, there was no way any human would be able to make it out of this one unscathed. Even his very best, such as Ghost or Soap would have been in the same boat. If Odin made it out of this one, it'd be nothing short of a miracle.

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"I'm sure you're well aware that you're leaving tomorrow," Cooper said as she analyzed the giant man sitting across from her. They were back in her borrowed office in another session before the mercenary left on his operation the next day. "Would you like to talk about anything? Any concerns you may have?" She internally winced at the questions she had laid before her. Her mentor had typed out some of the questions many were asked before leaving. However, in his case, it was no secret that the one he was about to embark on was dangerous.

"No, nothing." He simply stated and continued to look at her through heavy tired lids.

She sighed and leaned back in her chair. Their sessions had been the same sans the time she brought up the ripped journal entry pages and how she knew what was on them. It was a slip-up on her part. She had broken her promise with Price not to say anything, and now Odin knew that someone on the team had a big mouth, making him even more guarded.

"I see... well, that's all the questions I have for you then." She said flatly and clicked her pen setting it down on the desk next to her empty notes. She scrunched up her eyebrows and looked back to the man sitting across from her. "Off the record... but, why are you still willing to go on this operation knowing that you may never come back?" Silence filled the room, with nothing but the sound of the air conditioner blowing through the space.

"Money is money." He said flatly and rose from his chair.

"Wait a moment!" She quickly sprang from her chair and crossed the distance between them. "I know I did say that was all the questions, but please, just tell me that-". The sharp glare emitting from beneath his macabre mask broke her from the impulse she committed.

In that short second, she had jumped from her chair and absentmindedly grabbed his arm putting her mere inches away from him. Once again she realized how giant he was compared to her as she craned her head back to look up. Heck, her hand wasn't even close to being able to wrap itself around his arm. What's more, if he decided to retaliate against her for putting her hands on him, there was nothing she could do but accept her fate as he could easily throw her across the room, or worse.

The silence between them was thick as he stared down at her, his pale green eyes never leaving her own. A quick glance at her own hand made her swiftly retract it back to her side.

"If there are no further questions, Counselor, I must be leaving." His low orotund voice broke the stillness that had settled; all she could do was nod and silently step back. She watched his form retreat through the office doors and down the corridor. Every time he would leave her borrowed office she would watch and study him. Analyzing his steps, they seemed to never make a sound despite his frame, sans from the light tap of his right foot hinting at an old knee injury. It made her wonder what other injuries he was hiding with his phlegmatic disposition. He never revealed anything about himself emotionally for certain, but even physically. Always wearing heavy gear that covered his skin bereft his strong fingers that weren't hidden in the fingers of his gloves gave the only indication of his light complexion under the layers. What did he look like underneath all of them? He was tall for certain and he for sure had to have some muscles due to her hand touching his--

The next moment she found herself with her face buried deep in her hands. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden realization that she had put her hands on her client and the creative images of him without his gear on flashed through her mind. All she wanted to do was try and tell him to be careful. She wanted to know if he felt confident in his abilities to make it back, yet all she could deliver was silence and a touch that probably broke a rule somewhere in her counseling handbook. Many thoughts plagued her brain as she limply sat back down in the office chair. Soldiers went on missions every day, and many of them were dangerous. But why did the thought of the mercenary leaving and risk never coming back bother her so much? They never really spoke, and when they did it was either a stiff greeting in passing or the suffocating counseling sessions she was tasked with. Perhaps she was just feeling wistful. These past few weeks she had really started getting used to her new routine with the goal of him finally opening up to her and finally being able to have a proper conversation. Now here she was, sitting with her head on the desk while he headed toward the hangar ready to ship out. She couldn't escape the gnawing feeling in her stomach telling her that it was because of her he was being sent off. She had written the papers saying he was stable enough to do so. She was the one sending him to his doom.

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Price stood with his back to the wall of the hangar watching as the mercenary strapped equipment onto his vest and placed spare ammo and other sundry weapons into the numerous pouches. Today was the day they were shipping out. Task Force 141 was to be sent to one location while the mercenary was shipped to another to be a decoy for the enemy.

"Price, we're all waiting for you." A gruff voice said next to him meaning it was time to go through debriefing.

"Right," He said shortly and followed Ghost over to where the rest of the group waited. "Alright, listen up. There has been intel of Konni Group placing a bioweapon somewhere in this area. You three will follow me here," pointing at Gaz, Soap, and Ghost, he showed them their drop point and their destination. "While we scout this area Odin will have dropped kilometers away here to draw the Konni out and send the majority of their group to him. While they are focused on him we'll butcher's hook around the area and secure it and the bioweapon."

Normally at the end of a brief, the men were pumped and itching to go. However, this time, no one muttered a word. Rather, everyone took turns glancing at the mercenary leaning against one of the many supply crates. They were all thinking the same thing. Sending one man against as many members as the Konni was indeed feeding the mercenary to the wolves.

"Enough gobsmackin'. everyone get on the heli." He ordered before grabbing his ruck and climbing aboard followed by the others. This was going to be a quiet ride. Not even Soap had anything to yak about this time.

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A couple hours into the flight Laswell came out from the cockpit and announced it was time for the mercenary to jump. Everyone stared as he readied his pack and swiftly jumped into the dark abyss below. Naturally, they had chosen night hours to conduct the stealth mission, but the moon, or lack thereof gave the area around them an eerie feeling as there was no telling what was above or below.

"Kinda disorienting outside, dontcha think?" Soap asked from his seat.

"We brought NODS for that reason. So even a numpty like you won't get lost." Ghost quipped holding a pair up in his gloved hand.

Only a sniff could be heard in response from the man. Spirits were still a tad low, but maybe seeing the mercenary practically launch himself out of the heli gave them some confidence. The mercenary certainly seemed to have some.

"One hour left for you four," Laswell stated before returning to the front.

They all simply nodded and resumed to look out at the dark surrounding them. The dark outside seemed to swallow everything. The only light that shone was the red light from the heli and the dim speck of stars in the sky. The hour seemed to be dragging on and Price felt his thoughts slip away again to his first brief with the mercenary.

Kate had just sent over the rest of the files and he sent for Odin to come to his office and go over what was expected. Never a second too late, the mercenary quietly tapped on his door.

"It's open." Price said flatly pulling out a clean new file and placing the freshly printed papers inside. Facing opposite the door he could hear it quietly open and the chair in front of his desk slightly creak with the weight of his visitor.

"The papers are in," he said and swiveled around in the chair to face him. "Your screening came in clear and were given the go head."

The mercenary simply looked back at him and then at the file placed neatly at the center of the desk.

"Right, well then let's get started." Price said a bit reluctantly and thoroughly went through the operation.

"Any questions?" he said and leaned back in his chair earning a small squeak from the thing.

In that amount of time it took to explain everything, the merc had barely moved or made a sound. Eyes never losing focus as they quickly scanned each part. Odin quietly sat a bit forward in the chair he made look amusingly small. Price thought he'd gotten used to not seeing the facial expressions on his men thanks to Simon, but for some reason, he wished the man in front of him would take off the black cracked skull mask. He was impossible to read. Hell, even Simon with the mask on was an open book. His eyes gave it all away. But this man was devoid of everything. Who knows what kind of hellish training he had been put through to remain so insouciant.

"When do we leave?" the man across from him asked plainly.

"Tomorrow 1800 hours." He replied further studying the man looking for any sign or tell that a human was sitting across from him. All that he could see was a Draugr ready to rip apart anything that came his way devoid of his own wellbeing.

"I'll see if there's anything I can say to Laswell to see if she can change that part of the plan. It is too dangerous for one man to do alone." Price stated and went to turn around to shoot Kate an email before abruptly being stopped when the dead spoke.

"No, Captain. This is what I do. I am not one of your men. I do not need your protection," The voice across from him said crassly. "I am not part of your family you call the 141."

***

"Jump, John!" Laswell yelled from the cockpit stirring him from sleep. The rest of his task force was already up and ready.

"Fuckin' hell!" Quickly springing to his feet he crossed the short space over to the rest and quickly gave the go-ahead to jump. The next few hours were a blur of sinking through the mire of night avoiding detection from remnant Konni soldiers.

"Looks like it's smooth sailing from here on out boys." Gaz quietly whispered to the group. They had successfully infiltrated the Konni base taking out the few personnel that had remained.

"Found their diary yet?" Ghost asked as Soap continued to sift through files they had come across.

"Nothin' yet. Fuckers hid it good." Soap retorted and continued to viciously chew on a piece of gum he had found in a desk drawer.

"Hurry it up. We don't know how long they'll be gone." Price said shifting his readied rifle in his arms. They hadn't had a fire fight yet which would often be seen as a blessing, but made his guts slightly knot at the unusual absence. A cold sweat had formed on the back of his neck about 30 minutes ago from how quiet the base was. He silently pushed down the uneasy thoughts one after the other.

'Maybe we're just lucky this time," he thought to himself and continued keeping a lookout.

"Haud yer weesht, I cannae find somethin' quickly if I dannae where it's at now can I?" Soap grumbled and threw a stack on the ground. "Maybe put Gaz inta use, he jus' standin' there!"

An exasperated huff could be heard behind him as he heard Gaz shoulder his rifle and begin pilfering through the files. Suddenly a small crackle could be heard from over in the corner. Muffled words began quietly sounding through the room. Russian words.

"Price." Ghost said sharply. His eyes were wide as he looked up from the walkie in his hands.

"What is it?" he quickly raced over to where the man was standing with a far look in his eyes.

"оставайтесь сосредоточенными и доверяйте процессу." A calm voice sounded over the walkie. (Stay focused and trust the process).

"Мы не можем его остановить! Он направляется прямо к реактору!" (We can't stop him! He's headed straight for the reactor!)

"Быстро взорвите эту штуку. Они еще не заметили." (Quickly blast the thing! They haven't noticed yet).

"Ghost, what is going on? Price said firmly and watched as the man quickly ran towards the window.

"They knew we'd be here. They moved the bioweapons to Odin's location."

"Why hasn't he contacted us then?" Gaz asked quickly striding over joining Ghost at the window.

"Maybe they're blocking the comms" Soap added joining the three.

"Find anything?" Price asked looking to Soap but only got a slow shake of his head.

"They must've took everythin' wit 'em"

"Shit!" he exclaimed and punched the wall leaving a good sized hole. "Ghost, what are they saying now?"

"It doesn't sound good. They're planning on detonating whatever they have," he replied and looked back down at the walkie as it began to sound again.

"Аааhh! сэр, он прорвался!" A garbled frantic voice screeched. "Нас запирают! Он заберет нас с собой в ад!" (Sir he broke through! We're being locked in! He's taking us to Hell with him!)

The four men stood in shock as the Konni soldier continued to scream and beg for his superior to come and help. There was nothing they could do but listen as the voices of many Konni soldiers screamed before fizzling out to static as it went dark.

"Price," Soap said quietly facing the window. "Look." In the distance, a bright flash of light illuminated the dark sky painting it a bright shade of orange and yellow as a deep rumble inched closer to them before fading into ghostly silence.

#cod fanfic #original character

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