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Blood Under The Bridge A story by Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 1 - Decode The Ghost

TW: Strong Language ♡ Light mentions of alcohol ♡ ♡ Masterlist | chapter 2 ♡ WC: 1.5k ♡ A/N: This has been in the works for awhile now and I'm really proud of how it's turned out so far. My best friend is helping me edit this story and I couldn't be more grateful to her. Sorry for making y'all wait, but without further ado, here's chapter one c:

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Gentle snowfall covered the streets below Mykie Jamison’s apartment balcony. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee filled her nostrils as she watched the hustle of the night life, cyclists dodged inattentive walkers as they strolled the streets, paying more focus to their phones than their surroundings. Phones; small little devices that the world put all their information into. Credit card details, social security number, loved ones names, the first street they lived on, and more, all at their fingertips. All at her fingertips. Behind her, through the open door of her loft, sat her laptop on her couch, just waiting for her to work her magic.

Her current hit was a small business, one that had been basically robbing people of their money. Overcharging for a product that was barely worth the price. Mykie’s goal was to rewire the money so she could return it to its rightful owners, but not before taking her cut. She pushed off the railing where she stood, turning on her heels; her chestnut hair flowing in the cool breeze behind her as it settled at the mid of her back.

Her apartment was decent. The walls were intact and the hot water worked. It was more than she could ask for, especially at the price point. She curled back into her spot on the couch, leaving the breeze a way to sneak past her cracked balcony door. The blinding white lights of her laptop illuminated her pale skin while her jade gaze lasered in on her task. Her ruby red nails tapped away at the keyboard until she heard that sweet, sweet sound of her banking app’s notification. Success.

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“Another promotion?” one of Mykie’s friends, Joey, asked as they sat at a small high top table in a local bar.

“Yup, I’m on a roll.” Mykie raised her glass to her lightly painted, rosy lips. She had another successful night and had a little extra spending money on hand so she offered to take her friends out for drinks.

“I dunno how you do it, mate. Three promotions in just two months. But I won’t say no to free drinks.” The blonde known as Mary, raised their glass in a cheer.

“So, where do ya work again Rose?” Joey asked. Rose, an alias. The same one written on her bank forms, and any other legal form for that matter.

“Just some dumb firm. Nothing crazy, desk work.” Mykie made a shooing motion with her hand with a British accent heavy on her lips. While it was convincing, it was far from the truth. 'Rose' might've been born and raised in London for all these people knew but, Mykie was a purebred Scot.

A few weeks rolled by as Mykie droned on with her life; reading new books, trying new foods and upgrading her tech when she could. On one snowy night, she happened to be scrolling through some random Facebook posts about long lost people from her past when a picture of her father resurfaced. She scrunched her nose at the sight of him. He was donned up in his military garb. Typical brown camo with patches littering his chest and shoulders. A British flag next to a Scottish one, SAS, and one that caught her eye, 141.

Mykie examined the post more. It was private, meaning that she shouldn’t be able to see this photo. She had never viewed it before in her childhood home so, why is it showing up on the internet of all places? "In Loving Memory" was written at the top of the post.

She hated the fact that he was even given a memorial post after what he did. She tossed the thought to the side and decided to dig more on the 141 badge. After endless hours of scrolling and research, she couldn’t find anything on what the 141 could mean. Maybe it was a squad number? Her father was a captain at some point, just before he was discharged.

“I shouldn’t…” Mykie muttered to herself. She tapped her chin in contemplation, what she was thinking of doing was beyond illegal. The FBI could end up on her tail if she wasn’t careful. With a heavy sigh, the woman knew she couldn't resist the risk. So, she popped open a bottle of bourbon, cracked her knuckles, and jumped down the 141 rabbit hole.

Bingo.

“Task Force 141…He was a part of a task force?” she asked the empty air around her. More files popped up as she continued to weed through all the information. “Captain Rodney Jamison. Discharged for violent acts in 2009… John Price, promoted to Captain of the 141 in 2011.” Mykie’s eyes scanned the pages about John Price, taking in as much as she could about him. He had a goofy smile and a fisherman hat in one of his photos, the others remained more professional.

“Soap? Who the fuck calls themselves ‘Soap’?” Mykie exclaimed out loud. “John “Soap” MacTavish. That’s a Scottish name if I ever did hear one.”

Another name crossed her screen, “Kyle “Gaz” Garrison. Pretty standard I guess.”

Mykie continued to read each person's file until she got to a particularly interesting one.

Ghost.

All it said was Ghost. No name, no picture, and barely any information. This bugged Mykie. No, it really bugged her. Not having the information after all the time she spent working on this felt like a defeat and despite all she had found, it felt fleeting.

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Nights had passed as Mykie slaved away at her computer. She was determined to find out more about this Ghost individual. Even just a name would ease her tensions. But ultimately, the name was nowhere to be found. It was like whoever this person was, never actually existed and was planted here just to mess with Mykie.

Frustrated, she slammed her laptop shut and threw it onto the couch next to her. She ran her hands through her hair.

“A run. I need a fucking run.” Mykie pushed herself from her couch and gathered gear for her night excursion. She lived in a small neighborhood in London. It had nice paths for morning jogs and parks for relaxing. Small shops and cafes lined the streets near her apartment with heavy foot traffic of the morning goers hurrying to their jobs.

Mykie had a route, one she walked when she was too in her head about something. She had taken the path many times before but something felt different this time. Someone felt different this time. There were some people that Mykie would see every time she did this run; older people sitting on the benches by the ponds, the same kids who would play on the playset each morning before school but it was her, the blonde. Every time Mykie would pass a certain part, she’d see her, the same lady with blonde hair pulled back into a bun and a deep blue trench coat.

Mykie cut her run short, she was too spooked to continue. She doubled back down a path that led to her complex. Quickly, without stopping to breathe, she made it to her front door.

“Okay, that’s it, I’ve lost my fucking mind.” Mykie ran both her hands through her sweat drenched hair. Her lungs felt thick as she pushed the icy air from them.

The shower head spilled hot water over Mykie’s shoulders as she replayed her morning over and over in her mind. Was she being followed? She couldn’t have been, she knew everyone in the town and she covered her tracks well enough. The hacker did her best to force the thoughts into the back of her mind as she made breakfast.

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Another week passed by Mykie. She was starting to feel uneasy every time she left her apartment because she saw the same woman out of the corner of her eye everywhere she went. In the supermarket, the café, bars, bus stops, and even the library. Everywhere Mykie went, she saw the same lady but always in her peripherals. She started locking herself in her apartment and succumbed to only delivery for her food. But, money was running low and Mykie hadn’t hit another business in awhile. Her mind wasn’t in a working condition for her to do the things she needed to do.

A quick knock broke Mykie from her thoughts. It was her front door, someone was knocking. She didn’t order any take out or deliveries, so there was no reason for someone to be knocking on her door. Panic flooded her mind as she pulled herself from her bedroom floor where she was sat.

Her hand wrapped around the cold doorknob in what felt like slow motion. Another quick knock hit the door, startling Mykie as she gripped the handle tighter before twisting it to the left. With a quick tug of the handle it opened only for the same blonde hair and blue trench coat to be staring back at Mykie however this time, piercing blue eyes stared back.

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skzflix · 2 years

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lot of thoughts and no thoughts at the same time

#chan #stray kids #bystay #createskz #kpopgfxnetwork #kpopco #skz #bang chan #staysource #staycompany #*skz #*gifs #*chan #dreamytag #vilmatrack #useroro #head emoty but also screaming #like idk for starters why the stay commented that butb then im like chan????? /nosebleed/#let me go tend to my nosebleed

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fideidefenswhore · 1 year

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Bordo argues that Dormer’s Anne is superior to the default version derived from Eustace Chapuys and Catholic polemicist Nicholas Sander, described by Paul Friedmann in Anne Boleyn (1884) as ‘incredibly vain, ambitious, unscrupulous, coarse, fierce, and relentless,’ and still found in fiction such as Philippa Gregory’s The Other Boleyn Girl (2001) and Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall (2009) and Bring Up the Bodies (2012). The real Anne, though fond of a good time, encountered evangelical thought in the French court, became an avid student of scripture, assisted importation of English Bibles, gave Henry copies of Simon Fish's Supplication of the Beggars and William Tyndale's Obedience of a Christian Man, sought to convert monasteries to educational purposes, and was a patron of evangelicals.

History, Fiction, and The Tudors: Sex, Politics, Power, and Artistic License

#tbf the sequel (butb) does include anne's charity but there's such an overt skepticism in the text that she might as well have #*and evangelicalism #omitted the same...#or they do but as an inherently skeptical device rather #do you really think what cranmer thinks of her is true as said by jane rochford and absorbed by cromwell #do you REALLY think she makes smocks for the poor because she 'cares' etc #anyway such a funny summation of her character...#one by one:#incredibly vain? probably but i don't. care?#ambitious sure unscrupulous no #coarse? such an odd attribute to ascribe to her #anne was erudite and sophisticated #even if she could be vindictive #fierce and relentless sure #vain being first is a tell tho #anytime men describe women and the first descriptor they use is 'vain'...#she becomes mother to me

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spinningblueberry · 4 days

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ahhhhhha I MB so drunk rn haaaahhah

#.y friend is drunker but also trew up usoo itsbnotbthatbbadbithink #butb im dcared my tmmy hurts.also #hmmmhmnm i don twanna throw upbaaaaah #i know htere are al ot of typos rnbbut idcafe #am also scared my firnd might be mad atbme beace i fdrew og thheir arm witha permament madker eben thoug thay said its okay #beace not thei cang getbitbof #eveb thougj i warned thme #idont nnow if they are catually mas or.not #im verysoryy if that is whats the casse #rambles #sorry fi this id very incoerent #im a bitbdrunkn #dorrry #goodmy

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rottism · 6 months

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Sawsona >:3

#more like apprenticesona butb whatever #saw franchise #self insert

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darabeatha · 9 months

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HAVE YOU SEEN HIM !!!!!

#apologies for the wave of ooc BUTB UTBUTB BUT BUT #ITS MY HUSBAND FULL HD 4K ULTRAMEGATURBO KAKAROT VEGETA 5000 9000 10K RESOLUTIONNNN #ABSOLUTE KINGGGGGGGGGG #frothing at the fucking mouth #LOOK AT HOW PRETTY THEY RENDERED HIS BICEPSSS GOING INSANE #i love him; its absolutely 100%canon that he would go to the beach wearing something made out of leather like #i just KNOW he would be dying of heat from the sun and think he f.cked it up #but i also know he would eventually sigh and go like; huh whatever-#also him wearing those visor things while ALSO wearing sunglasses is so funny too #absolute t.ezcatlipoca core #poking his abs as we speak achstually #i love my husband i say for the 894574548957th time #;t.ezcatlipoca #i would print this and eat this/SRJOKING

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pitynostars · 1 year

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rewatching PotD properly let's gooo

"is there anyone out there" "yes." This was hot

"what am I doing, I've got a date to get to" is Dan talking ABT Diane ???

The idea of doing an EP about just the cyber TLs would be so interesting imo ajdkkfdjks... Like they're not converted humans but that's their whole deal usually so like....

"don't get shot" *Dan gets shot* prime comedy

"don't lose my sonic" patronising 13 i hate u

Did anyone else expect Dan to turn evil here the way he hesitated over the controls? XD

The alien shows them what they want right ???? Why does the doctor see a random kid?

"I'm the doctor I'm going to protect you" "the doctor lies" lmao

Ive seen people say like. The train CGI the painting CGI is rlly bad but honestly I can never notice but I don't rlly have eyes for that sort of thing

Ace and Tegan Skype friends <3 the ending should have been like this w all the companions where they're all just swapping adventure stories rather than the support group thing

"should we pick u up again in 24hrs" so Dan is on and off the TARDIS at this point ??? Having dates ??? Assuming w Diane but the only person we see him w in the rest of te EP is Graham so I mean....

"Yaz u and I can see where the cyber masters took that child" so... Yaz saw it as a kid too? Did I mishear the line ABT it looking how u want

"it's not my life" hmm I buy that BC we saw his life before of pretending to b the museum guide and helping out at the food bank and stuff he's a community guyTM sure hate that this is so weirdly rushed less i guess "I can attack it now because I've been with you" I buy less lmao... He's had no growth at all??? Also the way it's framed like he's talking to the doc is so odd when he spent more time w Yaz (unless they've been travelling for more than 3 years ???)

The doctor saying "homes important" just makes me HOWL tho ngl

"I'll b kipping on mum and dads sofa tonight" .... Where have u been sleeping all the other 24 hr breaks youve appaz been dropped off for ???

"not one for goodbyes" idk I buy that w 13 we saw the whole "one happy one sad" the hug goodbye for Ryan and graham

...so why can't 13 tell yaz about this traitor dalek??

also the concept of a dalek realising theyve strayed from their og mission does actually kind of slap but we did just see daleks v daleks in revolution so i'm glad this wasnt the main plot again

sacha dhawans acting<3<3

the scene where he looks in the tsarina (?)'s eyes and he's like "are my eyes not full of certainty" and u see him reflected in her eyes.... SICK. have they mentioned the master is kind of hypnotic yet in this era before this?

where are the dhawan telling the tsar to take a holiday vs donna telling caecilius and family to take a holiday in pompeii parallels.

are they saying dhawan master replaced rasputin nd made an alt universe with this cyberplanet in the sky? or is there some historical note about there being something in the sky at that time (?)

i love that the doctor and yaz both barely react to the hahahahahhaha tardis there's no like. wtf. moment they just head straight in.

i think it would have been sweet for 13 to stroke one of its panels and be like "oh shes not mine." nodding to that theyre telepathic!! but we seem to have forgotten that this era 😔.... i feel this generally in this era the relationship between the doctor and the tardis has been lacking actually like apart from ghost monument and spyfall we barely see them interact... i know its not always a Thing but man i loved 11 & the tardis' relationship so much i'd love to see a writer feature it more again 🥺

ive seen some people claiming yaz reads gallifreyan off the screen in the tardis. that would be cool but 100% you can recognise readings u can tell what data/readings are without labels necessarily like i can go into a car and look at a speedo and i dont need numbers on it to know what the readings mean yk?? either way it does speak a lot to teh familiarity she's got with the tardis and i <3<3 ... yaz and the tardis' growth is fun to think about. do you think she was grumpy that yaz was hanging out with the other tardis on earth in revolution ? XD

DOCTOR: Ah, there's a rudimentary cloaking shield in operation. Soon fix that. The Cybermen have tethered that child into this planet. It was registering as an energy source.

YASMIN: How is that child an energy source?

DOCTOR: Wait, there's more layers to the shield. Oh, not just cloaking. It's a consciousness shield! A creature trying to evade capture, hiding behind a visual projection shield, and this one shows us what we instinctively want to protect, as a defence.

Help me out here. Are they saying that the Qurunx also set up the cloaking ??? or that the cybermen cloaked it and it also put up the consciousness shield? ? or was it all the cybermen?? why would it need both?

also the idea of it showing what you want to protect -- do yaz and the doctor and dan ALL just happen to see a child in this situation then ??

"is this planet your doing?" doctor you literally saw the cybermen kidnap the qurunx to bring here 😭😭😭... YOU FOLLOWED THEM HERE

just once i'd like the "your master awaits" to be subverted/mirrored with "your doctor awaits" ...... the "this country needs a doctor" line is hot but its not the SAME.

"have you got any idea whats going on in outspace in 1916 rn" "strangely enuf. no" this line always gets me aklsjflk i love kate

"I'm Yaz. The only one here who doesn't really know what's going on" sorry babe that's your whole character

MANDIP INVENTING ACTING

i am once again asking ok these paintings got "defaced" so its not an alt timeline??????????? they never fixed this in the end right ??????? sweats. so rasputin was teh master alll along historically (?)... and he jst put himself in paintings in modern day ?? but then the dr says "some people think you're rasputin" ?????

"this is the day youre erased from existence forever" .... how does turning into her erase her from existence 😭

dhawan inventing acting

i still dont understand why this "give her a gun" moment is in there.

wait what happens to vinder in the end??? his ships broken

"you'll feel safer with me in the building" LMAO

"she really doens't want us back in there" and then yaz just drops her home w no goodbye to the doctor coolcoolcoolcoool

ok but why did the master clone ashad specifically what difference does he make over like. any cyberman/cyberleader??

love the russian doll cyberman lmaoooo... reminds me of that arc thing from doomsday/aog... TIME LORD TECH

if i had a penny for every time the doctor is forced into one of their enemies only for it to be purely for transport i'd have 2 pennies which isn't a lot but its a bit funny it happens twice

i love the rasputin moment but i dont rlly get the lead in ngl 😭 hes just like k time for my dance number mid speech. which i suppose like. in character XD

sacha dhawan in thirteens outfit.... i'm bisexual<3 i need to get my ears pierced

"Don't… don't… don't worry. You'll get used to me. Everyone will. I still need a companion to ask and… bask in my brilliance. Come on, Yaz. Let's go on an adventure! Don't make me ask twice. I'd hate to have to bring you down to size." /

"Come on, Yaz! Let's save a civilisation! Let's correct history! Rescue a sick animal! These yours? Oh, bless. Ow! What was that? Some sort of dirty protest? Unless you want to be consigned down a black hole for eternity, you'd better behave! I am the Doctor, and you will obey me." snapping in yaz's face "I AM THE DOCTOR NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

-> this would have hit soo different if this actually was the doctor i would HAVE LOVEDDDD it. first time watching i honetsly thought this was still the doctor and the tardis was reacting like that bc the regeneration was so unnatural (like the way she reacted to jack in utopia) but no 😔

mandip inventing acting<3

"very 80s" "thanks!" LMAO

"gold star and a sticker" u r sick

the random news drone on top of a random 2 planets is so.... ??? i feel like a lot of this was cut somehow aslkfjklgds..

also where's the awkward cut scene of yaz standing around while the master's in the wardrobe picking his outfit aksfjgdlkf

[plays the recorder on a burning mushroom planet] king shit

"quite the strength of character this incarnation" "DOCTOR 6: Our predicament! This is supposed to be handed over. You can't ruin it for the next one. / DOCTOR 5: And you were doing so well." i hateee these bits so much its SO patronising

"i dont do robes" lmao

why is whittaker in the reversed robe/the robe they used for time here hm

the hologram i do like as an idea tbf especially as we've seen the basic version w 9 and 11 and whatnot so her developing it to be more ai is rlly fun ... especially after she saw how handy having three of her in diff places was in flux lmaoooo

"it should only activate under the gravest circumstances. Like if I'm no longer around. Now, that would be disastrous. But I will have very subtly inserted a sonically triggered nano-implant under your skin and passed it off as static electricity. f I remember to do that. I must remember to do that." -- so either 13 has only just finished the hologram ai before this ep OR she KNOWS shes about to walk into some Real ShitTM and takes precautions akjfgldf.....

"HOLO-DOCTOR: Whoa! The emotional receptors on the AI are a bit oversensitive. Apparently, you're annoyed with me? Apparently, I should apologise for something?" this is so fucking funny because it comes across literally just like thirteen was she is always this fucking mean and patronising and borderline manipulative lmao its so askjdfglkdf......... blame it on the emotional receptors being oversensitive sure 🙄

i reiterate my point that most of the things/wins we get are done by the hologram dr, yaz is STILL asking the doc for validation even when shes a hologram 😔

"can't hurt the feelings of a hologram" SHE JUST TOLD U SHE WAS AI. watching this after measure of a man is like. HELLO.

"yeah well i didnt" [tosses bag] I LOVE TEGAN

they cld have mentioned nyssa in this rant tho fr

"i'll distract the cybermen" "how are you gonna do that" [cuts to screaming] hELP ASKFJDGLF... THE COMEDY IN THIS EP IS SO

the shot of ace falling into the console room is so fun actually <3

dhawan hood up<3<3

vinder no idea who the doctor is or their history w the doctor or yaz in this ep is. q funny to me.

"YASMIN: I'm sorry. / MASTER: Are you? Truly?/ YASMIN: Came back, didn't I? / MASTER: We could have fun, you know? I am fun. Different type of fun, but fun. We could travel. You'll see. "

i am once again saying i wish we got dhawan!doctor fr with this vibe

the touch of the ai mirroring the companions emotions is cute but i do still kinda wish we'd got whittaker to do these scenes fully

god i want ace and bill to meet actually

"the joy is to watch them fly" 😭😭😭

"former bus driver" is such a funny thing for graham to think when introducing himself

"wanna see how i dealt with them in 1963?" i'm kissing you on the lips

kate sacrificing herself is so<3<3 redgraves acting here is sooooo

jasfkdj tegan slipping on the ladder... is this a ryan reference or is that purely for plot convenienceTM

if the daleks plan is to destroy the planet through volcanoes then who do the cybermen have left to convert .....😭

wait the tardis in this shot LOOKS SO BAD i never notice cgi and whatnot idc but like LITERALLY THATS OBVIOUSLY A BOX WITH THE BACKGROUND PAINTED IN 😭

jo martin my beloved<3 god i wish she got more to do

vinder shooting the master is sooo<3 king

yazs speech about friendship and love got me actually.

i reiterate its the hologram telling yaz what to do this isnt her win wholly and that frustrates me so much 😭...

also how do the daleks and cybermen and master and vinder SEE ruths hologram when the doctor didnt plant the ai in them ?????? the whole static thing was the flag hello ??

"dont let me go back to being me" pleaseeee

"where there's hope..." YOU DIDNT FINISH THAT. THERES WHAT.

#watching w subs always makes me feel better butb i cldnt first time bc my parents HATE it 🙄🙄#p #part 1 bc apparently theres a limit #dw spoilers #dw; power of the doctor

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perrys-place · 1 year

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POV U ARE BEINT SMIFFED

OMG!!!!! HIHIHIIHI!!!!!!! IM BLESSEED!!!! <333333333

THANKIE!!!!!!!!!!! :))))))))

#I ALSO SORRY IDK WHAT THE CAT LOOKS LIKE SO I JUST ADDED HEARTS I HOPE THATS OK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #BUTB TUB TUBT BTU LIKE!!!!!!!#IM SO SO GRATEFUL TO BE SNIFFED!!!!! :)))))))!!!!!!!!!#YAYAYYAYAY!#UR CAT JUST LOOKS SO PRECIOUS WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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teamisc · 11 months

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The best Bart about drinking is when ur in bed and u have a bunch of stuffed animals and blankets and ur cozy and u know everyone is home safe and there's light and warmth in u r heart ❤️

#it makes me sooo happy when i know my friends are safe and ok and i really care aboyt the people inbmy lfie #i worry all the tine i think but i can rest easy #i wish i could be more outwoardly expressive w it when im sober i cant even say #tyat i love my friends sometime s #it makes me scared #and im gonna be mad i posted ths tom #butb righr noq #right now #its ok #i can say it here #a

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lemonsweet · 1 year

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Taking drawing requests again 2nite ✌

#im in a kirby mood butb ill also do creepypasta or oc ones

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psychotic4ghost · 6 months

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Blood Under The Bridge A story by Psychotic4Ghost

Chapter 3 - Test Your Luck

TW: Strong Language ♡ gross men ♡ ♡ Masterlist | chapter 2 | chapter 4 ♡ WC: 2.3k ♡ A/N: Chapter two took some effort, I wasn't vibing with it in the first half so I ended up rewriting it a few times. But I hope you guys enjoy!

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Harsh beeping awoke Mykie from her surprisingly peaceful slumber. She didn’t expect to sleep as well as she did, the foreignness of the new room worried her but she slept through her anxieties like no other.

She slapped the alarm clock next to her, silencing it as she made eye contact with it. 5:00am. Drills started in exactly one hour, it gave her enough time to shower, brush her teeth and pull back her hair.

After slicking about 50 bobby pins into her hair, she was finally ready. She sported a tight fitted black tank top, her military grade camo pants, black combat boots and her new dog tags. She had her father’s dog tags back at Price’s apartment with the rest of her stuff. She kept them wrapped in packing paper, why she didn’t toss them was a mystery to even herself.

5:30am, training was going to begin in 30 minutes and she wanted to be early. She headed for the gym where she was told to meet, thinking she could get in a few reps with the weights before training started, she pushed past the indoor gym doors.

Unfortunately for her own nerves and sanity, Ghost had the same idea. He was also wearing a form-fitted black t-shirt but he wore black camo pants instead of the brown ones Mykie wore. His shoes were also combat boots but they looked much different than hers, more tactical. He, of course, wore his mask only this time it was a normal black balaclava with a skull print on it instead of the plastic skull.

His head snapped towards the door the moment she pushed it open, he set the weights he was curling down on the floor, placing his hands on his knees, making eye contact with her from where he sat.

“S-sorry, I didn’t know you were here already. I can go wait outside.” Mykie pointed with her thumbs to the door behind her.

Ghost shook his head, “Isa’ public space.” He picked the weight back up and continued his reps. Mykie watched as his biceps bulged as he pulled the weight towards his shoulder. She had to tear her eyes away forcefully before he noticed, hoping he hadn’t already noticed.

Mykie opted for the bench press, as it was farthest away from him, even though it was still only a few feet away. She piled on the weights she needed and laid down, beginning her reps. “1…2…3” Mykie mouthed to herself, small noises left her as she did. She hadn’t noticed her audience until she reracked the bar and sat up to see Ghost staring her down. “S’ not nice to stare.” She said as she wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead with a rag she brought.

“40 kilos? That’s it?” Ghost ignored her first remark.

“It’s a warm-up.” She snapped back harsher than she intended.

Ghost didn’t speak after that, Soap and Gaz had just opened the doors before he could. The rest of the team joined them soon after.

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“I’m Lieutenant Ghost. Make it through these courses n’ you’ll make it jus’ fine ‘ere. Don’t make it, and you can kiss this team goodbye. Understood?” Ghost spoke in a deep and stern voice to the group of new recruits, Mykie included.

“Yes sir!” The whole group of recruits shouted clear and loudly back to their Lieutenant.

Training had started, they started indoors for their weights, push-ups, and sit-ups. Next was outdoor training, running and the obstacles. Mykie had been doing exceptionally well and it irked Ghost, everyone could tell. Soap and Gaz were definitely having a laugh about it too. Her times were almost perfect and some where even better than Ghost’s himself, which she didn’t know of course.

“Next course is the 13 km uphill run. This ‘nd the dive usually determines who won’t be staying.” Ghost glared at Mykie, his eye blacking making him ten times more intimidating.

The course began, kitted out in full gear and weapons, Mykie took off up the hill. Right off the bat, Ghost thought she would exert all her energy at the start with how she was moving, she picked up speed at an alarming rate. Of course Price was watching, as well as the other boys. Price knew what she was capable of but even he was worried with her start.

Her speed slowed to a medium run, her breathing was calm and controlled as she ran. She could feel the burn already building in her calves from the rest of the day catching up to her. One soldier took off past her, he was moving much faster than anyone else on the field, taking the attention of the higher ups on the team.

“He’s gonna wear himself out.” Soap mentioned as he watched.

“Probably just wants the fastest time.” Gaz added. The team was in a jeep ready to move as the group got closer and closer.

“If ‘e knows what’s best for ‘em, he’ll start to slow down. Thought Jamison was about to pull the same stunt.” Ghost continued the thought the group had.

“I knew she wouldn’t. She’s making the best time so far. What was your time, Soap?” Price asked from the passenger seat.

“46 minutes, sir.” Soap answered, he was the fastest on their squad

“Think she can beat ya?” Price questioned more.

“I do sir, she’s smaller than me, more nimble.” Soap chuckled with his response.

Time felt like it was moving incredibly slow for Mykie. This run couldn’t have been any worse. She knew Ghost and Price were watching her; judging her. Well at least Ghost was judging her and that’s what scared her. She shook her head, ridding the thoughts about Ghost as she continued to trudge forward. 40 minutes had passed as Mykie checked her watch. The one soldier who sprinted past her had fallen way behind now, he was a slug compared to the others. Mykie was alone in her part of the hill, no other soldier had been as conservative as she was of her strength. All those days she was forced to hike the rocky mountains of England, every one her father could drag her to, was paying off as she saw the finish line.

The entirety of the 141 squad sat in the air conditioned jeep, waiting for the recruits to finish the test.

“45 minutes and 15 seconds Jamison.” Price said as he scribbled her time down on the clipboard he held. “I think that’s faster than our boy Soap.”

“Aye sir. By 1 minute and 13 seconds.” Soap confirmed.

“Aye look at your quick math!” Gaz joked as he earned a slap to the arm by Soap. Mykie would have laughed if she wasn’t so exhausted she felt like throwing up right then and there. She held it together though as she trudged over to the med tent.

“Not bad soldier.” Ghost was now standing in the tent, leaning against one of the medical lockers by the door.

“Not sure if I should say ‘thanks’ with the amount of death glares ya give me.” Mykie threw back her water bottle as the nurse took her blood pressure.

“Suit yourself.” Ghost turned on his heel and left before she could say anything else. The spot he occupied was quickly replaced by Soap who was nearly bouncing up and down.

“Can’t believe ya beat me time!” He beamed, definitely more happy than others on the team. Gaz joined a moment later to congratulate her too.

The underwater retrieval and the two swimming trials were scheduled for later that day. Mykie took the little down time she had to munch on some light snacks and ultimately catch her breath. She sat alone in the pool room. The room consisted of two pools; a pool that started shallow and slowly dropping to about 2 meters and the second pool that started at half a meter, dropping to 3.5 meters.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mykie saw two recruits coming her way. “Hey, noobie, just cause you beat our times on the hill, doesn’t mean you're gonna make it. You’re weak, remember that.” One of them spat, literally, a glob of spit landed on Mykie’s brown combat boot, staining the brown leather darker.

“I’m not here for placements. I’m already in. They’re just gauging my abilities, rookie.” Mykie fought back, she stood, nearly matching their height as they were much shorter men. “Captain Price already has my name written down.”

“Oh you’re just cocky, there’s no way they’d actually let a female on the team” He continued.

“She sleeps ‘n the same hall as me. Not some bunk like you lot.” Soap’s booming voice interjected into the conversation. “She’s right too, we’re just gaugin’ her.”

“You’ve got to be pulling our leg sir.” The other now spoke up.

“No way. Mykie’s on our team. My team.” Soap said as he put emphasis on the fact that she wasn’t joining the outside forces of the 141, but rather the 141.

“I don’t believe you.” The first one scoffed as they walked away.

“Thanks, Soap. I expected to be picked on. Gender and what not.” Mykie sighed as she sat back down on the bench.

“Not a worry, Yoo won’t even be ‘round git like ‘em much anyway. You’ll be with us, and you’ll show ‘em who's boss when yoo become Sergeant too!” Soap clapped his hand over her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze before joining the boys again.

The next tasks were about to start. The recruits were in full gear as they all entered the pool. Treading water and swimming laps was the first bit of the course and then last was underwater item retrieval, something Mykie wasn’t too excited for. The gear she wore was rubbing into her skin, the water added what felt like 5 kilos to her already heavy gear. She was keeping herself above the water just fine but she could feel herself growing tired. The buzzer for the timer she forgot was counting finally sounded as she let herself drop. She sank till her feet touched the bottom before she kicked off one last time to the surface.

“You seemed almost at peace out there. Totally zenned out.” Soap chuckled as he reached down and pulled the large backpack from her back.

“I was struggling. That shit is so heavy already but add water?” Mykie was now in the more shallow bit of the pool, her feet hit the bottom, leaving the top portion of her chest out of the water.

“Well you definitely didn’t show it. The other rookies were all fighting for their lives, some looked like they needed to shite.” Gaz let out a snort as he remembered the looks on their faces.

“I don’t want to do the retrieval, I’m gonna drown.” Mykie sighed as she rested her arms on the edge of the pool.

“You don’t wear the bag for this part. Just your plate carrier and holsters.” Gaz informed her as she rested her head over her arms.

“Thank fuck.” She sighed. The retrieval was about to start, Soap lugged her bag away from the pool side and the two boys took their seats as the next task began. The pool was about 3.5 meters down, it wasn’t incredibly deep but it was enough to feel the pressure build in your ears. The item they needed to retrieve was a weapons bag. It was full to the brim with guns, all larger guns like AKs and ARs, some handguns and even explosives. Price told her none of them were armed but it was still going to be a really heavy bag to lug from that distance.

The timer sounded and Mykie dove down. Her boots made it hard to kick the water behind her. She could see the bag at the bottom of the pool, just out of reach. It was a dark green duffle bag laying at the bottom of the pool floor. The tasks were done solo, one soldier at a time. The other soldiers dove down one by one before her, some managed to retrieve the bag while others couldn’t lift it.

Mykie finally reached the bag, she gripped the strap as it flowed softly in the water. She gave it a light tug, saving her energy for the swim up, with the bag in hand she kicked off the bottom of the pool and began her swim up.

The boys watched intently as she glided through the water, her movements were graceful. Soap and Gaz were in shock, Price wasn’t surprised at her abilities and Ghost, well he was hard to read, even for himself.

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“No way you pulled that off so smoothly, you didn’t even break a sweat!” Soap nearly shouted as he made eye contact with the sopping wet Mykie. The look she and everyone else gave made Soap realize quickly what he had said. “You…can’t sweat…under water…right.”

Gaz and Price gave a soft chuckle while Mykie breathed out her nose, a soft smile spread on her cheeks. This was nothing like she expected when joining the military; people who actually seemed human, not drones who were angry robots like how she saw her father.

Mykie passed all her training with record times for any female on the team. Soap convinced Price to let them all hit up a local pub, which Mykie and Gaz agreed on heavily. Drinks were passed around and the night was filled with laughter and terrible jokes from Soap and Price. Gaz belly laughed with Mykie all while Ghost sat and observed.

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