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Winter season Red Orchestra Killing Floor

For last month I do not play a lot. Mainly it was two games from Tripware. Red Orchestra and Killing Floor. I take this games in steams on sales. It is two games from one developer. Two of them are network battles. In both of them you can play single player maps. And I was doing this. I play in free time. About to play half an hour or about 10-15 min.

Games are about the same idea from one side - they are about maps. And you run them and shoot. But in different stylization settings. And different dynamic tempo.

Red Orchestra – it is was released earlier. There are about maps about second world war. There are lots of maps here. Every map is playing the different ways. There are locations at the field. There is like city. And they are playing very different. There are even maps about vehicles. For example, tank. I more prefer maps like field. And city too. Depending on the map you feel the game different.

There are different weapons. Pistil. Machinegun. Automatic rifle, automatic, machinegun, sub machine gun. Different rifles. Weapons from ww2. So here you need to select a different soldiers. Rifleman, automatic gun soldiers. And two sides USSR and German side. I am for USSR only try to play. Every soldier has its own weapon pack. For example, automatic gun or rifle. There is grenade.

It is playing like a game with a big scale. Scale is big. I played with bots. So, first go to console with tilda. And write addbots 20. I can add onlky20 bots ingame. So it is more fun. Maps are big so by the idea, the more players – more fun it is.

For example, we play as a soldier with rifle. Ussr. Map at the field. For example, summer. And there are maps with winter. They are feels as very different. And, it is summer. Rifle. Run forward. Maps are big, locations is wide. Field, river. Open space. With us also running another soldiers. They are different. It is starting a shooting. You cannot see - what side it goes. Somewhere from a far. You need to sit and find a cover.

And next – to move a point, where you can see enemies. And fire at him. It is good to lay on earth. Do not forget to move.

Game for action is not absolutely dynamically. It is not a super fast quake with fast jumping. But everything is rather realistically. But instead of this, this is like a simulation. Crawl, lay down, go, run. Shoot. Rifle need to be reloaded. This is not a sub machinegun. But instead of this you can have a good aiming.

Automatic weapons are excellent about more closer distance. You rush from a side and start to fire.

Maps are very different. There are maps in winter. Trenches. Trees. And snow. And again start a fire. And you cannot see what place it is fire. Who. Where. Need to move forward. To enemy lines. Or in another case, enemy will control your points. It is about a controlling points to define everything. Absolutely new game looks at winter maps. I think all that goes here, is very realistically.

There is a map like blood forest. Or forest of blood. So, it has a big lines of trenches. And you need to rush into them. And it is going all the time shooting there. It is very fast and so unpredictable. There is a moment of luck or no luck. So here automatic weapon is a good thing. Narrow space. Lots of enemies. And you cannot know where is enemy. You can watch in a wrong direction.

There are cities. In ruins. Destroyed buildings. Whole buildings. Open spaces. City streets. Every type of a map feels unique and each map it is interesting to try out. You don’t know what to expect next time. In a memory these scenes. Winter. You are with automatic rifle is going by snow. Walking though ruins of buildings. And a little further – it is a railway and open space. And just from there, immediately, they start to shoot at you. Enemy is there - behind the wagons. And he is shooting a lot from that position. There are lots of theme.

There is a map with even more destroyed city. There is a map and trenches. And it is summer already. There are different maps for your choice. In a mountains, in field.

Second game – it is Killing Floor. And it is the same format. By network as idea. But you can play alone. And here it is another idea. You are alone or in team. I play it with brother too, by network. And you are against waves of enemies. So here it is about another game. Some dark locations. Zombies and monsters. Experimental some mutants are raging out. And dark as in a horror movie. Locations are waving horror. True horror. Style of Resident Evil, there is something. And here it is more dynamical action.

In this horror it is goes action about shooting enemies. Enemies are different zombies. Big and casual. You are running the map. As by labyrinth. You can buy weapons between the waves of enemies. So here you have also different weapons. And you can find something interesting. Shotguns, automatic rifles, AK47, all of these there are here, pistols exists. Cold weapons also exist. You have a list to select.

It is playing as a cool horror and action. I think this way can be a DOOM. As a main idea. If it will have a story and typical maps. But game is main about a shooting, crossfires. And waves of enemies. In the final it will be a boss. You are inside of a horror movie about zombies and mutants. But with lots of weapons. It can be scary. At some places. But you need to move. You need to shoot.

There are lots of maps too. They are different. There are several game mods. About maps with waves of enemies and mode with small tasks, it looks like tasks. There are also a maps for this mode. It is various, different and good horror action.

There are absolutely scary locations. As some laboratories with black metal around the walls. It is very dark. And rooms are destroyed. And lots of monsters. It is so uncomfortable in a such places.

There locations – oppositive. Like farm. Field. Road. And somewhere in a field the are – zombies and mutants, unholy. It is night also.

Weapons you need to buy for money you get from killed monsters. Between waves of enemies. You can have some pause between next wave. And this way you can try very different weapon. It is very interesting. And there are good pistols and shotguns. So, you start with something simple and next you get something very progressive into your hands. You can take with yourself several types of weapons.

I remember how I play this game with brother for a New Year about several hours. It is very cool and dynamical. Hurricane. Trash. Horror. Shooting. So, we played very normal. Game is rather trasher style. Like Doom, about stylization. Darkness thing. And ocean of shooting. Running a corridors, which are dark. And shoot the monsters. It is happening, that we wait for them for some time. Sit and wait. What side they will go.

Here you can to manage enemy waves, what enemies it will be. Long time of waves with enemies. I do not try this options a lot. But there are some settings. So, it is also rather good game. And you alone also can cool to shake zombies heads. With a pistol with good aiming. First. Second. Everyone straight in a head. With aiming.

There is a game mode like a network – with maps and just enemy waves. And also, there are tasks, you get some tasks. Also, its own maps. Go there. Find a in container something. First you need to open this container. And there are lots of them. In a certain one it will be a required item. Later you will need to go next. And there is a place you need to do also something. To move forward. Location has a normal size. So, you need some time to find. There is a place to put a tactics. And all the time enemies to appear. You need to shoot all the time.

These two games I played in a winter. So now I think I will try something new. And these games I will play with pleasure also!

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mrgriffiths · 5 months

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Vietnam..

Thomas Ian Griffith as Mike Weston in Behind Enemy Lines circa 1997 and Nick Marini as Terry Silver in Cobra Kai.

Might just make a series of aesthetics for Terry Silver 🤔

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odinsblog · 1 month

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Behind Enemy Lines, 2001

#behind enemy lines #owen wilson #movies #cinema #sorry but teenage me loved tf outta this movie #i understand its one long military recruitment ad #but i lost count of haw many times my friends and i watched this #lol u know its military propaganda bc the us is unambiguously the good guys

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missathlete31 · 11 months

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Dead On Your Feet- Chapter 6

Chapter 1

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Chapter 5

Summary: An AU in which Hangman is team leader and takes the missile to save Rooster, yet Bradley comes back to save Hangman as well. As he struggles to get himself and his teammate home, Jake is pushed to his limits in more ways than even he anticipated.

Chapter 6 Summary: Jake and Bradley’s issues finally reach a boiling point and hidden truths are finally revealed.

Jake wakes up to the feeling of someone's arms around him. Normally he wouldn't be so alarmed but the hands are clearly masculine and that is not quite something the blonde expected. He doesn't open his eyes right away, afraid to give up any ground until he better observes the situation but then the sound of low humming reaches his ears. It's the tune to Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire, the number one and really only decent song in Rooster's repertoire. It's not particularly loud humming, but it is rather soothing. The vibrations of the notes brings down Jake's anxiety as the man slowly reacquaints himself with his reality.

Green eyes peak open, seeing nothing but white snowy landscape all around. It takes a moment, perhaps a disconcerting amount longer, before the memories of his trying day flash back to Hangman's mind. He remembers being shot down, his jet crashing to the ground, his ribs giving a rather timely pulse of pain just in case he dared to forget. Jake remembers seeing Rooster eject, his desperate campaign through the woods to find the other pilot and their narrow escape from the helicopter. He recalls falling unconscious during that escapade, forcing Bradshaw to save both their lives despite his injuries. Hangman hopes he made up for it in this last exploit, considering he stepped in front of a goddamn wolf for the mustached man. His arm throbbing at the memory.

Jake's mind flashes back to the aftermath of the attack, when he let his guard down for once and allowed Bradley to see his vulnerability. He knows he cried a little, (okay maybe a lot) but instead of being shunned like he was afraid of, Rooster instead chose to hold him. Chose to still hold him as Jake sneaks a look upwards. Bradley's eyes are scanning his surroundings, not yet noticing his partner is awake, but protecting them both all the same.

Jake can't help the flash of gratitude that surges through him. He isn't one to break like this, especially in front of someone he deemed a rival for the better part of ten years. Call him stubborn but Hangman has spent his entire life refusing to show limitations, refusing to give anyone any weak spot that they could later exploit or hold over him. He knows his parents could be thanked for that but he himself is not blameless. Jake acknowledges that he doesn't make it easy for people to want to help him or even to care about him enough to urge him to open up. He's an asshole, all things considering, and while it may have started as a defense mechanism, Hangman hasn't exactly tried to taper it down as the years went on either.

Yet all that seems pretty stupid in the face of his wingman literally holding him together while he rests.

It's comforting, far more than Hangman would dare admit, but it's also bordering on awkward now that the younger man is awake. He shuffles slightly, not exactly moving from his spot but stirring enough to alert Rooster that he is conscious once more. Jake is rewarded with a harsh intake of breath and two very concerned brown eyes staring down at him.

“Hey” Bradley’s voice is soft but cautious, his hands still staying as a steadying presence around Jake, though his grip loosens in case the blonde wants to bolt, “you with me?”

Hangman nods, swallowing roughly and testing his voice. “How l-long was I out?” he asks, groggily but fairly firm all things considering.

“Not too long” Rooster looks like he wants to say more but he lets them work at Jake’s speed. Considering the resurgence of ailments that seem to come alight with pain now that the blonde is awake, that pace is slow. Jake licks his lips, the taste of blood still there, “the wolf-“

“Hasn’t come back” the brunette replies dutifully, “and no soldiers either.”

Jake nods in acknowledgment as he shimmies awkwardly out of Bradshaw’s lap, a faint blush on his cheeks at the sheer intimacy of the position. If roles were reversed Hangman knows he would have shot out half a dozen insults and barbs about copping feels and buying him dinner first, but Rooster has always been a nicer man than him and sagely keeps his mouth shut during the process.

When Jake's back on the cold ground himself, he can't help the shiver that courses over his skin. Besides being a decent pillow, Bradshaw was a good buffer of the wind, and now once more the smaller pilot is exposed to all the hardships of their environment. Jake trembles again subconsciously, but manages to find his resolve. "We should get moving again" he announces, as though they merely stopped for a quick lunch instead of being attacked by a wild animal, "we're losing daylight."

Both men naturally turn to the sky, noticing the sun's descent to the horizon. They have a few hours, as far as they can gauge, but they are injured and slow, so they can't afford to hang around much longer if they hope to reach that base before nightfall. Just the thought of wondering the woods alone in darkness brings goose bumps to Jake's skin, the image of hungry eyes stalking them no doubt going to be nightmare fuel for the rest of the blonde's days.

Bradley's borderline pouting next to him, his bottom lip jutting out as though he is dying to say something but still he remains quiet. When Jake moves to lift himself up, hoping to get away with just using his good arm but teetering too much that he is forced to use his right, Bradshaw grimaces at the blonde's audible moan. Yet besides the blonde's huffs of pained grunts the duo stays silent until Jake turns around to offer Rooster his hand. The brunette stares at it for too long a moment, and Jake feels his patience running thin, "ya comin' or ya waitin' for a written invitation" he drawls, the accent he usually tries so hard to hide coming out in force.

More than used to Hangman's bite, Bradley just shakes his head like a disappointed parent, "how are you even standing right now?" he asked softly.

"What?"

"You were attacked by a freaking wolf Jake, can we take a moment" he scoffs irritatingly, "-can you take a moment?"

"I took one" the blonde argues, "but now we need to go. It's stupid and dangerous to sit out here with no protection." He throws out his good arm again but still Rooster makes no move to take it. "Bradshaw" he grumbles, giving the limb a little shake for emphasis, "let's go before we get ambushed."

Bradley scowls, frown lines as firm as his body is on staying on the uneven terrain, "I think we need to talk about a few things before we start skipping through the woods once more, don't you think?"

Jake rolls his eyes in exasperation, “We didn’t talk enough about our feelings before?” he asks sarcastically. “We had a cuddle session for Christ’s sake Rooster, I think we’re good-“

"Are you good?"

Jake flinches back slightly at the sharpness of the other man's tone. He hopes it was indecipherable but the narrowing of Bradley's brown eyes and the battle of smugness and concern conflicting on the other man's face tells Jake he wasn't as subtle as he hoped. The blonde sighs before shrugging, the movement of his shoulders about the only thing he can shift without pain at this moment. He should heed his wingman's words, take a moment to catalogue his injuries, to share them with his partner but that's not Hangman. It might not even be Jake. But right now, to survive, to save Bradley, he needs to be the ruthless, cold-hearted bastard that he has perfected for a decade. He needs to put on the show. He puts on a lazy smirk, calling up his usual cockiness, "I'm good Rooster," he tells the man, "I'm very good-"

"I don't need the damn tagline" Bradshaw smacks the blonde's hand away, choosing to get himself standing without anyone's help. He's angry, visible so, as the rage rolls off him in waves. Jake knows he shouldn't be surprised that he reduced his caring and concerned teammate into being pissed at him once more but it still stings; especially when Rooster is hardheaded enough to try to hobble on his bum appendage than to take Hangman's support. "What are you doing? You can barely walk" Jake chides, grabbing Bradley's arm and flinging it over his own shoulder, "don't be an idiot."

"Yeah because you corner the market on that, right?"

He ignores the taunt for teamwork's sake, shifting Bradley back into their position from before and tries to get momentum enough on his own to start their walking. Jake's not sure what's colder, the weather around them or Rooster's glares, but fortunately for Jake the older man acquiesces and finally helps maneuver them forward. When they trip over a log half buried in the blinding white snow, Jake can't stop the moan of pain from the shuffling, earning him a scoff of annoyance from his teammate. He meets Bradley's eyes and just sees a challenge, a battle he's not ready and certainly not strong enough to fight, so Jake just moves forward once again, their destination the only thing on his mind.

It’s far from easy but eventually the two battered and injured pilots make it to the destroyed airfield. It's not hard to find, plums of smoke still wispy and almost playful in the sky acting like a homing beacon but there is still an undeniable feeling of relief when the shattered and burning buildings come into view.

The two Americans are also feeling fairly shattered.

Bradley breathes like a pug puppy, all harsh and heavy breaths as he leans more and more of his weight on his wingman. Meanwhile Jake can barely get oxygen at all, the pain in his sternum pulsing in rhythm with his heart and making tears cling to his eyelashes. When they stumbled to a snow bank overlooking the enemy’s post, Jake drops Rooster unceremoniously to the ground and curls up with his head pressed into the snow. He hears Bradshaw’s hiss as he shifts closer before there is a tentative hand on Hangman’s spine.

“Seresin?” Bradley sounds hesitant, but his hand doesn’t move, “You alright?”

“Y-Yes-“ the blonde’s voice is breathy and high pitch, convincing to no one, especially not Rooster. His need to be believed though, by not only his partner but also himself has Jake continuing to open his mouth to spew his lies, “I’m too good to be true” he muffles as he holds in a groan.

“Your head is buried in the snow right now,” Rooster snaps from Jake’s side, a bit harsher than originally intended, “so why don’t you cut the Hangman show.”

It’s the burns” Jake fabricates instead, his face still hidden as he wills himself not to cry as a particular sharp burst of pain flashes in his gut, “trying to soothe them before they start to scar.”

“Jake-“

“Just give me a minute Bradshaw.”

Bradley does, as he removes his hand and any sort of comfort to the younger pilot. The brunette shimmies backwards on his butt and turns back towards the bombed tarmac and buildings and watches foe soldiers as they hustle around the area. Next to him Jake takes a few slow and light breaths, testing himself and his tolerance level before he can remove himself from his makeshift hiding space and get back to the world. When he finally emerges, Bradley only looks at him with sad eyes before turning back to his recon.

Hangman joins his teammate, shifting carefully to peak over the snow bank and watch the happenings from down below. He and Rooster sit in silence, the tension thick and foreboding as it settles in the space between them. It feels as though there is a battle of wills being fought and Jake is not sure he’s up for the fight. Fortunately Bradley concedes and clears his throat. “We uh- shit, we really bombed the shit out of them” he mumbles, gesturing with a nod to the smoldering ruins of multiple aircraft hangars and runways.

“How eloquent” Hangman whispers, taking the proverbial life raft of Bradshaw’s conversation and using it as an insult point like he’s mastered over the years, “you really are a wordsmith.”

Bradley gives an un-amused look over to the blonde before rolling his eyes with a huff, “screw you" he grumbles.

“Fantasize about screwing me later Hemingway” Jake’s eyes are on the damage around them, taking in a partially demolished barrack that most of the enemy soldiers seemed to be focused on. There is a hangar at the other end that looks fairly untouched though it houses a F-14 that’s older than Rooster. It's not ideal but it will have to do. Jake nods his head towards the jet that while old, looks to be the only one that might have a chance at being fit to operate, “we need to get down there” he informs out loud.

Bradshaw’s eyes are still looking at their adversaries, no doubt calculating the risk of any sort of stealth operation, “we will be too exposed if we go now, we should wait for nightfall.”

“Nightfall?” Hangman’s head shakes in obvious disagreement, “no we still have about an hour until that" he motions up at the purple and reds of the winter sunset above them, "if they send any sort of patrol out they will stumble right into us-"

“So let’s go back to the trees-”

Again Jake shares his disapproval, but this time with a shudder that he doesn't even attempt to hide, "I'm not sitting back in the trees in the dark."

Bradshaw huffs, his breath showing in the cold air, "Well how do you expect to get to one of those hangars without getting caught?" he asks, eyes narrowed.

"You said it yourself, we bombed the shit out of the whole thing-"

"Yeah and?" the exasperation is dripping from Rooster's tone, "You want to gloat about it to them once we get captured?"

Jake rolls his eyes and waves his hand dismissively, still eyeing the area with a critical eye, "No one is getting captured."

"Do you not see all these people? They are going to spot us in a second."

"No they won't, they won't even notice us-"

"We don't exactly blend in" Bradley reminds, motioning towards their clearly American flight suits.

Hangman turns back to the other pilot, sizing him up, "Yeah I mean you don't with your 70's pornstache but if you don't act suspicious no one will notice."

Bradshaw speaks with the heavy vexing that he usually dedicates to Hangman, "That's easy for you to say" he begins teasingly, "you fit right in, looking like a villain," he motions to Jake's blonde hair and un-amused face. "It's your default setting."

It was Jake's turn to glare, "nice, now come on" he gives a tug to Rooster's arm but the brunette holds back, "Jake wait a minute, I was serious before -"

"So am I. I'm not sitting out in the snow for the rest of my life Bradshaw, now let's move."

"But-"

"Oh my God" Hangman moans dramatically, "Can you stop being typical Rooster for once? I know you never wants to leave your perch but this is ridiculous, we can't stay here.”

“Oh well excuse me” Bradley cracks back, his eyes flashing with brutality, “for trying to think this all through.”

“If we wait for you to stop thinking, we’ll be frozen to death."

“And if we jump in there with no plan, we will be shot to death.”

“I have a plan” Jake immediately counters, his tone defensive and he hates himself for sounding a bit whiny, “and if you would just listen-“

“Oh now I’m supposed to listen?” Bradley turns completely now, facing Jake head on and with a deathly glare, “You going to be forthcoming with this plan Hangman or you going to lie and play your stupid games?"

The blonde pilot huffed, “Fuck off Bradshaw, now’s not the time for a pissing contest-“

"I'm serious" Rooster's voice is getting louder but neither man seems too concern as they face off against each other. "You have been lying to me all afternoon Seresin, and I'm sick of it. You need to be honest."

"I have been honest!" Jake opens his arms out as though displaying his claim, "do you not remember me huddling into you before talking about going home?"

Bradley shakes his head, "We both want to go home, that's not any secret" he motions right to Jake's abdomen, as though he has a built in x-ray scanner that tells him exactly where all of the blonde's pain is coming from, "How are your ribs Jake? Still fine like you think you’re convincing yourself to believe?”

“How do you-“

“Don’t” Bradley warns, brown eyes flashing, “I’m not stupid, okay? That’s how.”

“They are just a little banged up" Jake hates himself for lying but he just can’t do it. 30 years of self-preservation was thrown out the window when he saved Rooster but he can’t throw away all his habits in one day. He will still protect himself from other’s leaving, will still lie and act and sell himself as the whole package if only to show others that they need him more than he needs them. If Jake tells Bradley the truth the other man could leave him; alone in the snow, inches from being spotted by an angry enemy. No, Jake needs to stay useful and helpful and therefore worth any effort people make to be around him.

Rooster is clearly not convinced, “You can barely breathe man, come on."

“Because they are sore but it’s manageable."

"Manageable?" The sarcasm Jake usually hides behind must be catching from the way it launches from Bradley's mouth, "you want to stage an assault on an undetermined amount of enemies and I'm just supposed to smile and nod when you tell me that despite crashing your plane, running through the woods, getting landed on by a freaking wolf and lugging me for miles, your ribs are only sore-"

"Well you're right, lugging your fat ass didn't help-"

"THIS ISN'T A JOKE!" Jake flinches but so does Bradley, the pair turning back to see if the outburst drew the attention of the other soldiers. Thankfully pulling out injured comrades and finding the bottom of the pile of debris seems to have distracted them enough and made enough noise for the two Americans not to be heard. Jake is still pissed though, "will you shut your mouth before they catch us and we both get a bullet to brain to go with my sore ribs."

“I just want you to stop lying to me" Bradshaw pushes again, desperate now, "you have to stop pretending. I didn't run away the last time and I won't now. Please" he all but begs, "talk to me."

Jake stares for a moment, sizing up everything. It hurts, maybe more than his actual injuries do, but he slowly inclines his chin down and shuts his eyes. It's easier being honest if he doesn't have to look at Bradshaw's angry mug, "They are bad" the younger man finally admits, "maybe fractured-"

"Yeah no shit, a wolf pounced on them-"

"Before the wolf" and Jake opens his green eyes enough to see Bradshaw's mouth hanging open. Bradley composes himself enough to close it for a moment before trying to talk again, "b-ahem- before the wolf..." he prompts when Jake looks unsure how to continue.

"The plane crash..." Hangman gesticulates dejectedly, "-did them no favors."

"What does that mean?"

"I threw up blood, still taste it in my mouth every so often."

"Jesus Seresin-"

"I can barely take a deep breath but-" Jake meets Bradley's eyes, "I didn't tell you because it doesn't matter. The only thing that does is getting home-"

"Well excuse me if I prefer you getting home alive and not in a pine box okay?" The older man blanches crestfallen at the disbelieving look on his wingman's face, "what?" he questions, "is it really that surprising?"

"No" Jake shrugs, embarrassment raising heat to his cheeks, "I just didn't know you cared so much."

Bradley gives a long suffering sigh, "Some of us have hearts Tin-man."

The blonde smirks, "another nickname?" he teases gently, still trying to see what ground the two are on.

"I don't think I can call you Hang-man anymore" Rooster concedes, "you certainly didn't leave me hanging today," when he sees the younger man looking self-conscious, he gives a light nudge to the man's good arm. "I mean it" Bradley reiterates, "you proved me wrong today. You proved your call-sign wrong. I'm sorry it took me so long to see it but I've been told I can be a little dense-"

"'A little'" the other man parroted in a disgruntled mumble, earning another poke, "hey" Jake cried in indignation.

"I may be dense but I also meant what I said after the wolf. We can get home Jake, together, if we just work as a team. That means being honest with me and yourself."

"I can try" Jake promises, and it seems to do because Bradshaw gives an acknowledging nod, "alright then Seresin, let's hear this plan."

Jake smiles, the first genuine one he's felt since this whole ordeal started. "Well listen on up Bradshaw" he speaks cockily, leaning forward to get ready to draw out the whole outline, "because it's quite genius if I say so myself."

"And there's that evil villain grin" Bradley laments but he leans in too, the two men ready to do whatever it takes to get the hell home. Because they will, the two of them decide, not even having to say the declaration out loud. They are getting back to their carrier, to their friends, to their families. They are getting home.

#top gun maverick #glen powell #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #top gun hangman #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #dagger squad #miles teller #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #jake seresin whump #behind enemy lines #dead on your feet #top gun fanfiction #top gun: maverick #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun fandom

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miceymoose · 25 days

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american gods are

• mother nature

• santa

• the almighty algorithm

• fav content creator

• capitalism

• the patriarchy

• the eagle

• patriotism

• every single pet is an ally and you can fight me >:(

#emmy watches high #behind enemy lines

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westernpole · 4 months

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Behind Enemy Lines for Western Pole

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oldschoolfrp · 2 years

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The Guns of Navarone, an adventure for FASA’s WWII RPG Behind Enemy Lines, by William H Keith, Jr, with Mitch O’Connell cover art, 1982, licensed by Columbia Pictures and based on the 1961 movie

#The Guns of Navarone #Mitch O'Connell #William H Keith Jr #FASA #Behind Enemy Lines #WWII

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evilhorse · 6 months

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Behind enemy lines!

(Power of the Atom #7)

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"A Time to Stand" (S06E01, Stardate UNKNOWN) is a solid start to season 6. Balancing the stories of DS9 and the war effort off-station, while giving the central crew a mission that takes them out of their element gives us a shot of fresh air that is welcome and exciting.

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switchylilguy · 8 months

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THEY HAVE INFILTRATED THE BASE OF OPERATIONS! STOP THEM.

#meme #fish #behind enemy lines #fishing

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larabiatasstuff · 1 year

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🥺🥺🥺

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mrgriffiths · 1 year

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A soldier doesn't have the privilege of forgetting..

Thomas Ian Griffith as Mike Weston in Behind Enemy Lines 1997

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missathlete31 · 11 months

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Dead On Your Feet- Chapter 3

Chapter 1 is Here

Chapter 2 is Here

Chapter 3 Summary: Jake and Bradley finally find each other behind enemy lines. They are both injured, tired and not in the best of tempers as they are forced to work together to try and get home. Too bad things never seem to go smoothly for the two pilots.

Jake's not quite sure how he manages, but he gets through the Winter hell-scape fairly quickly and comes upon Rooster sitting serenely in the bottom of a snow bank at the edge of the trees. For a moment Jake's breath hitches, something about the image making the blonde fear the worse but Bradshaw turns toward him after hearing his footsteps and the brunette offers up a weak wave, "hey" he calls out, sounding like nothing out of the ordinary; as though he were out in the snow to merely enjoy the view instead of being shot down out of the sky.

Jake takes a step closer and falters, his abdomen throbbing painfully. He scrunches his eyes closed and tries to take in a steady breath but it seems a lot more difficult than when adrenaline and a sense of duty was pushing him through the trees.

"Hangman?" he can hear the concern in Bradshaw's voice but when Jake looks up he sees the man still hasn't moved. It's all he needs to shove his own injuries away and take the last few steps forward, "what's wrong with you?" he demands, “why aren’t you moving?”

Rooster looks a little taken aback with his directness at first but acquiesces, holding his right foot out for inspection. "My leg hit the canopy on the way out-” his voice snags, his brown eyes darken and Jake knows he’s thinking of something beyond this mission. Of a different Bradshaw, and a different canopy, and thankfully a different result this time. Rooster shakes himself before Jake can comment though and continues talking, “I think it might be broken but I'm not sure."

“Alright, anything else?”

The other man looks down at the rest of his body as though checking again himself to be sure, “No, just some cuts and bruises.”

Jake nods and looks around, "I'm assuming you can't walk?"

Rooster shakes his head sheepishly, "not really. Landed over there-" and Jake can see the indent in the snow about fifty feet to his left, "only managed to get this far before I fell on my ass. Haven't tried again since."

Jake knows he should be calm and reassuring at this moment but he can't seem to play the part. He instead shoves the palms of his hands into his eyes and painfully digs, a harsh sound coming from his lips. He knew there was a risk that Rooster could be injured from the ejection but a broken leg makes trying to get out of here a hell of a lot harder for the two. Taking into account his own injuries and Jake knows not even the cockiness of the Hangman persona would like the odds here.

"Seresin!" Jake lowers his hands to see Bradley staring at him worriedly. It dawns on the blonde pilot that his name might have been called more than a few times to get his attention. "What?" he croaks, wincing when his voice breaks.

"I was asking about your injuries."

He waves a hand dismissively, "I'm fine-"

Rooster doesn't look convinced and instead of answering he yanks at Jake's flight suit pant leg until he's close enough to his position and then pulls the man down to the snow with him. It hurts, like hell, and Jake wants to curse himself when he can't help but let out a whine when his side hits the ground hard. He knows Rooster heard it too by the way man freezes, "Hangman-" he starts but Jake doesn't let it get any further. He sits himself up and shoves Rooster hard in the shoulder feeling better when the man teeters and almost falls backwards. "What the hell was that you asshole?" Jake laments angrily but all he gets is a shove to his own shoulder for his effort, forcing him to clench his abs painfully to stay upright. "You weren't answering me you dick" Bradley counters, "Now what hurts-"

"I told you I was fine-"

"Bullshit" he snarls, "you can barely breath. Stop lying! I'm trying to help."

He stares at him in incredulously, "Help? You just pushed me into the snow because you think I'm lying about being hurt. Great plan Einstein, you're really helping!"

Rooster goes to shove him again though Jake can tell this one has much less force, "Screw you" the brunette mumbles, "I don't even care if you’re hurt anymore." It sounds juvenile but something in Jake can't quite stop the cocky smirk that appears on face, it's almost ingrained in him at this point to jump on moments like this. "Did you, Bradley Bradshaw," he mocks, "just admit that you care about me?"

Brown eyes narrow, "only because I would prefer you not pass out and die on me. If you consider that caring knock yourself out.

Jakes still smiling as he goes to give his tag line, "I’m good Rooster-“

"Yeah yeah, you’re good. You’re very good” Bradley cuts in with an eye roll, “Too good to be true, right?" Jake's expecting a trick so he stays silent, inviting the other man to keep going, "So I guess your face is just red because you're happy to see me huh?" Rooster challenges, eyebrow raised, "or is it burns like I suspect it is?"

Jake can't help the self-conscious hand that flies to his cheek at the words. He knew his face was most likely red, the pain from the explosion followed by the sheer relief when he dumped his face into the snow told Jake that he had some sort of burns covering his features, but Bradley's words, his notice of it, meant that it had to be pretty damn bad. He hisses as he reaches a tender part of skin by his temple, and then in mortification feels a tear escape from his eye.

It's vain of him to admit but Jake knows he's good looking and he's spent most of his adult years using it to his advantage. He's never had a winning personality, by his own design or not doesn't matter, and Jake can't help but wonder how many more people would avoid him if he lost the All-American good looks too. He has enough talent to stay confident in his career but Jake knows he's not strong enough to deal with any sort of permanent physical scarring, especially not on his face. He can't help his grimace, "Is it- does it look that bad?"

Fortunately Bradley doesn't make fun of his distress. He leans closer to better inspect the damage and Jake thanks every God he can think of when the man doesn't comment on the tears that stubbornly stay in his eyes, "It's pretty red," Bradley admits, "and looks sore. But I don't see blisters, hopefully it's just first degree." When Jake lets out a choked sob of relief, Rooster sits back, his eyes dark. "How close?" he asks and though he doesn't get any more specific, Jake knows he is asking how close the crash come to almost finishing Hangman off.

The blonde looks down, "close enough" he replies solemnly. When a knee nudges him, he looks up to see Bradshaw watching him intently, "why?" the older man whispers, almost as though afraid to hear the answer. "Why did you do it?" he knows he doesn't need to elaborate further.

Jake thinks about all the words he wishes he could say, all the truths he wants Bradley to know, about himself, his self worth, his purpose in bringing everyone home. Instead he doesn't say anything, only shrugs.

It's not good enough for Rooster who seems to get his Bradshaw temper to come rearing again, "I'm serious man, why? What the hell were you thinking?"

If tempers are in play, so is Hangman, and the blonde sneers immediately, "I could ask you the same thing Bradshaw, you should have been headed back to the carrier. What were you thinking?"

The brunette looks sheepish for a moment before his eyes glare, "I wasn't thinking, you know why? Because you and Mav and everyone damn else has been telling me not to!"

"And now you listen? Really?"

"Oh that's rich coming from you" Rooster yells, "since when do you, Hangman, the one notorious for leaving his wingman, come back and risks your life to save a teammate?"

"Since you were about to be shot out of the sky if I didn't" he scoffs in annoyance, "you're welcome by the way. Next time I'll leave you to be shot down with no ejection."

Bradley doesn't let it go, continuing to push, "I wasn't even in your pairing though" he argues, not realizing that Jake isn't going to engage. "You and Phoenix should have been almost cleared of the missiles, why would you turn around? I know command didn't order it. You were directed to go back no matter what, we were all directed that-"

"Jesus Christ" the blonde moaned, "so I didn't listen, just drop it!"

"No I want to know!"

Jake rolls his eyes, moving his body slowly back to face the trees, "look I saved you okay, that's all that matters, now can we finish this later and actually get ourselves out of the open?"

"I want a real answer" Rosoter leans closer once again, tugs on the burnt edges of the top of Jake's flight suit to make sure the man faces him, "After all the shit we went through in training, after all your egging and your barbs and your insults. After you left everyone behind in practice, why did you change now?"

It's too much, the fighting taking too much out of him, Jake closes his eyes and squeezes the bridge of his nose, praying for some sort of relief, "Bradshaw please-"

"No, answer the question Jake. Why would you risk your life for me? Why?"

"Because I couldn't let-" he stutters for a moment, "I couldn't let you die, alright? You didn't deserve it!"

The silence stretches beyond a comfortable amount of time before Bradley swallows, "And you do?" he asks.

"More than you, more than any of you guys" and Jake is horrified to hear a sob strangle in his throat. He coughs to cover it but Bradley's eyes are at a wideness that is too telling, he clearly sees that Jake is falling apart. Somehow, traitorously, the blonde still can't stop the words from pouring out of his mouth, "I shouldn't have even been picked for this mission. It should have been you and Captain Mitchell. I know it, you know it, hell everyone knows it. I saw the team's faces when they announced my name, I can't even blame them. They knew I would fuck it up somehow, get someone killed-"

"Seresin-"

"I had to make up for it. I had to make up for the mistake of me being team leader. I knew Maverick would have done everything in his power to bring you home so I did too, no matter the cost. It didn't matter if it were you, Phoenix, Payback, any of them. I wasn't going to be the one that had to tell parents why their son or daughter was dead."

He knows Bradley is thinking just like him, back to the exercise at Top Gun when Maverick would go over everything they did during their practice runs and then ask what they would tell the other's parents. It was a sobering exercise for all of them but it affected Jake more than he could ever say. Next to him Bradley looks uncomfortable, "But I don't have parents" he whispers, "you wouldn't have had to tell them anything if I died."

"You don't have a mother or father fine, but what about the family you have now? Phoenix and the rest of the squad? What about Maverick, I know you mean something to him, anyone with eyes can see that. Whether you want to deny it or not, you have a family, one that needs you home."

"You have a family too what were we supposed to tell them?"

Jake snorts wetly, "You could tell them I saved the world or caused the end of it; it won't matter to them either way. They would probably just feel relief I was no longer their problem."

"What?"

Jake knows he said too much from the look of pure devastation on Bradshaw's face. He tries in vain to wave it off, "forget it-"

"No wait, your parents-"

"Rooster" and Jake is facing him now, green eyes meeting brown, both sets stubborn, "I would love to sit out in this snow with you and have a heart to heart about how your parents are dead and my parents suck but we need to get moving" he emphasizes the open air, "we're sitting ducks, or roosters if you'd prefer."

Rooster stares at him for a few moment, the shock still clear on his face. Finally he scoffs, the strange sight of amusement twitching at his lips, "Jesus man there's so much there to unpack.” He shakes his head, “I mean shit, I was kinda hoping you were just going to say you saved my life because you were in love with me or something” he jokes weakly, “Keep it simple"

Jake can't help the bark of laughter that erupts from his mouth, "Are you serious? And they say I'm conceded!"

The other man starts laughing himself, "well to be fair, you are. And you're probably also concussed for thinking you really didn't deserve to be on this mission. You were the first one after Mav to hit the time."

"Leaving Halo and Omaha in the dust that first time-"

Rooster ignores the interruption, continuing his speech, "You're the only other active duty pilot beside Mav with an air to air kill-"

"In a cold war relic that anyone could have shot down-"

"And when the moment came you never even hesitated to save my life" Bradley reaches out a hand, "so thank you Jake." When the blonde shakes it, the other man smiles before adding, "And for the record I did try to reciprocate you saving me. I turned around and flew back just to save your dumb noble ass."

"Well Rooster I hate to break it to you but your saving needs work" Jake drawls, motioning around them, "because I'm not feeling rescued."

"Days not over yet" Bradshaw warns, "I have a feeling you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Jake only hums, moving to get himself standing and pulling Bradley up next, taking his arm and throwing it over his shoulder to help them balance, "Yeah I'll just keep waiting as I get your fat ass out of here."

Rooster looks offended, as he motions at his body, "It's called muscle, you wouldn't know, obviously-"

Jake gives an un-amused look, "right muscle, now I know why Roosters can't fly."

“They can actually dumbass, just short distances-“

He waves off the brunette dismissively, “yeah well still a stupid call sign” he argues. “Although to be expected from someone named Bradley Bradshaw-

“Oh yeah Jakey, because Hangman is so much better?”

"Do not” the blonde threatens sternly, “call me Jakey.”

Bradley’s smirk is shark-like, “oh is that nickname only okay for elderly women over the age of 90?”

Jake’s face turns red beyond his burns thinking about an out of hand game of truth and dare back when Rooster and Hangman were still friends. It was over six years ago but Jake still remembers the fun they all used to have together: Bradley, Jake, Natasha and Javy, always out at the bar together, always having a good time. This particular memory featured Jake being dared to flirt with some senior women at the bar they were hopping around at and seeing if they could get them to pay for the group of pilots’ bill. An hour later Jake was getting his bar tab paid while being petted and cooed at by the old broads who insisted on calling him “Jakey.” Of course his three friends became vultures about the whole scene and he couldn’t escape the new nickname every time they went out or flew together for weeks after.

Jake always considered that year as his happiest but somehow life, ego and his own shitty personality managed to ruin it. He looks over to see Bradley watching him, no doubt remembering better times as well. Times when things didn’t seem as complicated or shitty as they do now.

Before things get too emotional Jake tries to take them back to normal, “You’re just jealous that they liked me more” he offers smugly.

“Oh yeah” Rooster deadpanned, “dentures and diapers really turn me on.”

”You shouldn’t joke, you’re about five years away from it.”

Bradshaw looks exasperated, “Seriously? I’m only like four years older than you.”

He shrugs cockily, ”Those four years make a big difference”

”Yeah so do the four inches I have on you.”

”Hey” he hits Rooster’s shoulder with his free arm, “I told you- I’m six feet-“

”Sure you are” the brunette pilot tells him, sarcasm dripping from his tone, “and how much did you have to pay the people to lie on your papers to say that?”

"Shut up"

"You shut up."

"No you-"

Bradley rolls his eyes, "What are you five?"

Jake takes the bait and rolls with it, "Well compared to your advance age, I'm sure I seem like it."

“Sounds like someone really wants me to seem older. I’m not a 90 year old Floridan but I’m getting closer,” Bradley faces Jake and gives him an appraising eye, “maybe you really are in love with me” he jokes.

”Again with this?”

“You can't blame yourself,” Rooster continues as he emphasizes himself, injured and being dragged by his wingman, “I mean look at me."

"Yeah” Jake smirks, “that pornstache just drives me wild-“

“Don’t worry one day you’ll hit puberty and be able to grow one yourself." Bradshaw gives a sly wink.

Jake is ready to respond with another quip when the sounds of something whipping in the air comes from behind. For the most minuscule of moments Jake thinks it's rescue, that despite all the evidence pointing to both pilots being dead, the ship has sent a team out to bring them home. He looks over at Bradley's face next to him, and can see that the sentiment clearly is not being shared by the other man. Rooster’s face shows he is clearly expecting trouble.

They both turn around to see a helicopter coming over the ridge, guns raring, aiming right at them and Jake sobers quickly. He doesn't stop to think, or at least doesn't stop to think clearly before he's grabbing Bradshaw harder and limping them towards the tree line. Bradley cries out at the pain on his injured limb but moves to keep up, his left leg baring as much weight as it can to help gain more speed. The two are only a few feet away from cover when bullets begin ripping in the ground around them.

A bullet just misses his head and Jake takes all of his and Bradley’s weight to move them more to the right. They teeter slightly and Jake clenches his stomach to try and muscle the two men to stay standing. The straining causes a flash of sharp pain to radiate through him, the sickening feeling of bones shifting conforming to Jake that his ribs are no longer just broken but fractured and splintering.

He wants to gut through it, more important things at stake as the helicopter lets loose another round of ammo, but Jake’s breaths are no longer coming in as easy and the world seems to stop as pain pulses with his heart. He gets them one step further before everything hits too much, too overwhelming and Jake can’t hold his own weight or Bradley’s anymore. The two pilots fall back into the snow immediately and Bradley screams as he lands on his right leg. Jake tries to get standing again but he can’t, his body not strong enough to take a full breath of air let alone lifting them both back up.

Inches from safety and Jake wants to cry when he comprehends that this is it, no matter how hard he tried he wasn't able to save Bradley in the end. He moves his traitorously injured body over, deciding in his last moments he can at least shield his teammate as best as he can before he feels hands grabbing him strongly from the side.

Somehow, with a Herculean effort, Rooster lifts Jake over his shoulder and limps, hurt leg and all, the rest of the way to the tree line. He drops Jake behind a downed log and then crouches over him as more bullets rain. It's the perfect cover and after a few minutes of staying down, the helicopter circles back to leave after spending all its payload into the trees around them.

When the coast is clear, Bradley slides off of him and Jake struggles to look up, to say something or do something but instead his vision blackens and his eyes roll.

He wishes he could have told Rooster that he is right in the end, Jake is pleasantly surprised. Bradley managing to rescue him after all.

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Thanks for reading everyone! I hope you all are enjoying this story!

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