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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 1 year

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Agoraphobic - 1

AN: just being a fan of him... (how could i ever live without him beforeee.....)

WARNINGs: war stuff, violence, guns

Part 2 here.

You've been reassigned.. Again. It was the 4th time this year. Somehow you weren't compatibile with any of the teams they have put you in. Despite being one of the best out there. Then you got a call on a lazy afternoon. You are to report to the main base in RAF Lakenheath for briefing, then be deployed with your new team. To where? You did not know. You packed your gear, put on your famous mask. Fox skull, covering your whole face, only your eyes showing. Vibrant green eyes, shining out from behind the black paint and the mask. You did not put on casual clothing. Having less things to pack if in hurry, always being ready for action.. You were practical on the battlefield. It was a thing to say you were silent. Only talking when talked to. Sometimes not even then. You weren't one for words. Having made no attachments in the field, or in civilian life made it easier for you. If you died there was noone to mourn you. That made you unstoppable in battle. Your sneaky nature, your feather light steps.. The legend was that before taking out enemies you always gave your position away.. (Okay honestly mostly from directly behind them, mere second before blasting their brains out..) with a giggle. The giggle of death. The few who lived long enough would turn, and the last thing they saw was the fox mask with the vibrant green eyes, shaped to smile.

The new team was already in the briefing room when you arrived in the parking lot. The admiral just started briefing them about recieving a new member he thinks they'll have no problem accomodating, since they already had a quiet, deadly, masked member. Then they heard a giggle outside the door. They looked at eachother, then somehow, without opening the door, you leaned between Roach and Soap, scaring the living shit out of them without uttering a single word. Price and Ghost aughed quietly on the otherside of the table, when you locked eyes with Ghost. THE Ghost. Unable to look away, you only heard the Admiral introducing you.

-Well 141, I present you, the Fox.

You nod, before sitting down, closer to the admiral. Crossing your right leg on the left, waiting for the briefing.

The 141 looked at eachother again, while Ghost just stared at you, as you at him.

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On the chopper you sat between Soap and Price.

-So, Fox, you have a real name too? - asked Soap smiling at you.

-I have. - you answered. You never told your name to anyone though. That lead straight to attachments.

-What's your headcount? - asked another one, even more cheery than the one next to you.

-34 205. -you stated as a fact, as if it wasn't the highest of them all. A mere woman in a mask, and to be so deadly. Ghost's head shot to you.

-Damn girl. - said Roach with a single clap. You smiled to yourself, looking down in your lap. This was too much conversation already.

Arriving in the base, the chopper had not even stopped or landed for that matter when you jumped out, knife in hand, disappearing into the halls. No matter that this was a base occupied by other teams, you always checked every nook. The 141 were your new team, you were responsible for them as well. It doesn't matter you did not know a thing about them, you weren't gonna let any of them get hurt.

The next they saw you was after dinner. Price walked up to you as you smoked. Your back to him.

-Afternoon Captn'. - you said, earning a chuckle from him.

-Afternoon Sergeant Fox. We missed you at dinner. - he stated.

-Been securing the field sir. - you stated in a monotone voice, before offering him a cigarette.

-How'd you know it was me? - he asked. Ghost was like this too, but he never gave away the secret.

-Your steps. Everyone is easily identifyable from their steps.

He hummed. You opened up to him a little more. You were the little sister of his wife. The only thing you didn't know that he knew. He would remember those eyes everywhere.

-See you in the cot Captn. - you said putting out your cigarette.

-(Y/n).. - he said, making you stop in your tracks. -this is not your average team. These people are a good fit for you. The world won't end if you open up a bit. - he said, making you nod, and leave. So he knew.. you thought. Perhaps you should start wearing glasses. When you entered the sleeping quarters, you saw they've all got settled in, Ghost sharpening his blades beside yours. An MRE packet on your cot. Soap said in turning:

-Missed dinner, saved you the good one. - he said.

-Thank you Sergeant. - you said.

-Soap. - he motioned with his hand in the air as if saluting.

This really was different from all your teams before. They seemed okay with your ways. The quietness, the mask, the weird stuff. Perhaps you'd stay. You picked up the MRE, and walked out, feeling Ghost's stare bore a hole into the back of your neck.

Next day you were in the forest outside a russian occupied base. They lost sight of you for the past 5 minutes.

Then when contempltaing to enter or not, their comms were filled with a gentle whisper.

-141 do you copy?

-Where are you Sergeant ? - asked Pierce.

-To your 3 Captn, roof. Three agents to my 6, 5 to my 11. Base has around 22 more.

-Great, Roach, come with me, we'll take the 3 on the ground, Ghost, Soap, up the roof, we'll meet in the middle.

-Copy that. - sounded in unison.

By the time they got to the roof, you took out all 5. As you entered the base with them, they dealt with the ones in front of you, while you made sure Price and Roach could enter without problem. You felt safe. Ghost's presence behind you constantly gave you a sense of safety. You heard from him. Christmas with family every one in a few years, the legends your previous teams told eachother. He was just as good as you. Price was fond of him. Then when the gunshots stopped there was silence. A single click could be heard, before the infamous giggle.

You stood behind Price, with your knife to a russians throat who had a gun pointed ad him.

-You would be wise to put down your gun. - you whispered to his ears. And he fucking trembled in your hold. Your team turning towards you. Your eyes meeting Ghost's. By the look of it, he was smiling, probably proud.

-The only thing keeping me from slitting your throat is that we need information. - you whispered in the ear of the enemy in russian. His eyes going wild.

-Лиса. - he whispered in a trembling voice.

-What'd he say? - asked Soap.

-Fox. - you stated. Of course you were infamous in their circles. You took out more of them than they can replace.

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As you left the interogation room, passing Ghost, you stopped beside him.

-All yours big guy. - you said before leaving.

He took in a sharp breath, much to your liking. Then he proceeded with the interrogation. You were out in the back smoking, Price appearing again.

-Good work today Sergeant.

-Thank you Captn'.

-You can leave some of the work to us you know. - he chuckled.

-If i can get the team out of there without any scratches, i'm gonna make sure they do Capt'n. With all due respect, without me you'd be dead.

-That is true, i meant before that. You do not have to carry this team on your shoulders. These men are the bests out there, and i am glad you ended up with us as well. 141 is now unadmittedly the deadliest team out there.

-Glad to hear Cap.

-So what do you think?

-What do i think of what?

-The team.

-With all due respect sir, i am not here to make friends. I am here to do my job.

You said before leaving. An MRE was on your cot again. As you picked it up, Soap already saluting in the air with his back to you.

After you ate, you went out to the roof for one last smoke when Ghost joined you. You wordlessly offered him a cigarette he took it, as you both sat there in silence. You felt his stare on your face, and you were afraid of looking him in the eye. The fucking Fox was afraid to look a man in the eye. You felt he would stare into your very soul, extracting your secrets. So you didn't turn. When you finished, he lent a hand to you, to help you stand up wordlessly.

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Your next mission was a stake out. You, Soap and Ghost, in a shack out in the woods, near suspected routes. To make it seem abandoned you could not light a fire, so no heat, no warm food. You sat by the window, smoking quietly, Soap fast asleep in the next room. You felt a presence behind you, then weight on your shoulders. Ghost put a blanket around you. He still didn't talk, and you appreciated it. He was the only one who did not try to talk to you, yet you had an understanding. Communicating almost only with stares. His eyes held so much pain, yet somehow still soft, there was a kind of longing. His stare bore deeper these days. You did not know that yesterday, he had mistakenly opened the door to the bathroom, just as you opened the water on yourself. He saw the scars littering your body, your form, your hair falling on your back. He did not see your face, but he sure was a man. In that moment all he wanted was to take your dogtags in his hand and urge you closer to him.. perhaps walking up behind you and pressing your back to his front. Some warmth he experienced long ago.. He quickly left though. Ever since then he did little acts of kindness, he himself did not understood.

As a week passed and you felt yourself opening up to him a bit more. Sometimes you even talked. Soap too.

-So what's with the mask? - Soap asked. You briefly looked at Ghost.

-Being unidentifyable helps. Both with enemies and teammates.

-Why would it help with teammates?

-You wouldn't recognize me in civil. Easier to not get attached, not being friends. Isn't it? - you asked with a chuckle, lighting another cigarette.

-I agree with that. - said Ghost.

-You're unbeliavable. I can't believe i am stuck with two Ghosts. - laughed Soap. You and Ghost looked at eachother with hidden smiles. That night Ghost was who took the "night shift". You were sleeping on the couch beside him, not being able to sleep with Soap snoring beside you. When he noticed russians on the perimeter of the forest. He slowly grabbed your ankle. You woke up immediately. He signed to you that there are enemies nearby. You took a hold of your knives, strapping them on you, locking the door on Soap. It had no windows, he would be safe there. You took your sniper rifle heading for the upper floor. Ghost killed them one by one from the living room, you from the first floor. When you didn't see any more, you went down, getting ready to go out, search them and the forest nearby for any survivors.

He had the same thought, but caught your forearm before you opened the door. He moved your back, pressing you to his chest,his hand on your arm, the other going to rest gently on your waist, as he pressed his forehead to the back of your head, rendering you motionless.

-Careful out there. - he whispered.

-Not getting rid of me so easily. - you said standing still. He inhaled slowly. The scent of peaches. He never knew he would like it. Nod slowly, letting go of you.

You searched the perimeter on opposite sides of the shack. Then you heard gunshots. You ran. There were about 11 men in total. You took out as much as you could. Then you saw one firing at Ghost. A bullet grazed his side, but he moved just as unfazed as you would've. When all the men were dead, you ran up to him, Checking his side.

-I'm fine.

-You're not. C'mon, I'll patch you up.

-I can do it myself.

-You got hurt under my watch, I'm.. i'll help.

-It was my watch, and i am your liutenant. Step down sergeant. - he said with emotionless voice.

You looked him in the eyes, guilt in his, hurt in yours. You nod and turned around, walking back to the house.

When he got back he only hear Soap shouting at you for locking him in instead of waking up. When he entered Soap turned to him in silence.

-I am so fucking fed up with you masked asshats thinking you're better than anyone of us. I'm not some kid you're babysitting.

-Oh fuck off. - you said before leaving the shack again. Ghost staring after you. You were maybe mistaken about this being a fitting team for you. Anyhow in a few hours a chopper will come and take you all back to the base.

The way back was silent. Each of you were silent for a different reason. Soap was furious, Ghost did not know what to say, nor did he want to, and you.. you were hurt.

Back in the briefing room Ghost as the highest rank amongs you three, told the captain what happened. The whole team there. When he finished the Captain sighed and moved to speak.

-Sergeants, anything you want to add?

You stood up, clearing your throat.

-Requesting reassignment Captain.

-On what grounds? - he asked while every eye shot to you.

-Conflict of interest. Can't work with individuals not accepting clear, logical reasoning of help. - you stated.

Ghost scoffed.

-Anything to add Lieutenant? - Price sighed. He knew this wouldn't be easy, but you to already want to resign after 2 months... he was frustrated. He promised your sister to keep you here, and keep you safe.

-Sargeant Fox is refering to me, refusing her help to stich up my side after the attack. I think it is not a reason for reassignment.

-Lieutenant i think i am perfectly capable of deciding if i have a reason for reassignment or not. - you fought back.

Your stare off with him was disturbed by Roach whispering to Price.

-This is the most i've heard them speak in months. - making Soap laugh. You both looked at him, and he threw his hands up in surrender while smiling.

Price cleared his throat again.

-Request to reassign denied. See you all on the chopper back to the main base at 0700.

You furiously left.

Soap looked at you, then at Ghost staring after you with an emotion in his eyes he never saw before, before he shook his head, leaving.

-I think that's progress. - he said to Price.

-You call that progress?

-Have you seen any of them talk this much or so this much feeling? - he laughed before leaving.

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You felt him staring at you the whole way to the base. YOu refused to look at him. Good thing he didn't know you, or didn't have ways to contact you. Spending christmas at home, with your family, and now your Captain was enough.

-How's Simon? - asked your sister from her husband. You did not remember a Simon on the team.

-He's fine. Strong headed as ever. I invited him over for new years eve if thats fine.

-Course he's fine, i'm actually quite hurt you didn't invite him for christmas.

You rolled your eyes. So much formality and feelings. Maybe you could skip new years eve this year.

-No, I know what you're thinking again.. You cannot skip it. - said your sister with a smile to you, making you sigh.

-Fine. Just don't try to push your friends at me.

Price just smirked. He knew what you did not. You're gonna meet with Simon on New Years eve, and none of you will know the other without the masks.

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thecrimecrypt · 1 year

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Crimes That Shook Britain (East England)

Joanna Dennehy Joanna Dennehy grew up in a loving home. But, at 16, she left, got into drink and drugs and lived in a violent fantasy world. In March 2013, she launched a two-week killing spree, murdering men ‘for fun’. She lured Lukasz Slaboszewski, 31, to her Peterborough flat with suggestive texts, stabbed him and dumped his body.

Ten days on, she stabbed housemate, John Chapman, 56. Next, she killed her landlord Kevin Lee, 48. He was found in a ditch in a sequined dress. Days later, she stabbed two men at random. Both survived. When arrested, Dennehy laughed, danced around the police station, and was later diagnosed with psychopathic antisocial personality disorder.

Dennehy, 31, pleaded guilty to three counts of murder, and two of attempted murder. She received a whole-life sentence.

Suffolk Strangler Late in 2006, sex workers began disappearing - Tania Nicol, Gemma Adams, Annell Alderton, Annette Nicholls and Paula Clennell - after being picked up from the Ipswich red-light district.

Their naked bodies were found in remote locations. Police tracked the murders back to Steve Wright. He’d drop his partner at work, then trawl the red-light district for small, slight prostitutes. After having sex with them, he’d kill them, dump their bodies, then go home, get changed, and go to work.

Convicted of the five murders, he got a whole-life sentence. His repeated appeals have been unsuccessful.

Tony Martin In August 1999, Fred Barras, 16, and Brendon Fearon, 28, broke into Tony Martin’s Norfolk property.

Martin had trouble with burglars before. Arming himself with an unlicensed pump-action shotgun, he fired at the intruders as they fled. Both had leg wounds, but Barras was shot in the back and died.

Martin was tried for murder but claimed self-defense. He was convicted, jailed for life. The case provoked debate over rights to defend property. On appeal, Martin’s defense claimed he was suffering paranoia, particularly regarding burglars, when he killed Barras.

Martin’s conviction was reduced to manslaughter on the grounds of diminished responsibility and he was released after three years.

Soham Murders The photo made headlines worldwide in August 2002. Smiling best friends, Holly Wells and Jessica Chapman, both 10, in matching Man Utd football shirts.

Shortly after the photo was taken, the schoolgirls had left a family barbecue to buy sweets and vanished. Their bodies were found nearly two weeks later in a ditch near RAF Lakenheath, 12 miles from their homes in Soham.

School caretaker Ian Huntley, who’d given several TV interviews during the search, was arrested. He’d lured the girls into his house as they walked by and murdered them, before disposing of their bodies.

He was jailed for life. His girlfriend - the girls’ teaching assistant Maxine Carr - was jailed for perverting the course of justice after initially giving Huntley a false alibi. She was released in 2004.

Murder of Emma Ward Emma Ward’s family contacted police in May 2010, concerned for her safety. Her husband Nicky Ward claimed that weeks earlier she’d left him a note saying she was leaving him for another man - but there was no trace of the note.

Detectives found rubbish bags in the garden containing Emma’s passports, birth certificate and driving license. Ward was arrested. Forensics found bloodstains in the bedroom, on the landing, on a picture frame and pillowcase. Traces of Emma’s blood were in the bathroom, and on an electric saw.

Ward was charged with murdering his wife in the bedroom of their Norfolk home because she was about to leave him, and dismembering her body in the bath with a chainsaw. Her remains have never been found, but Ward was convicted, jailed for life.

Jeremy Bamber At 3:30am on 7 August 1985, Jeremy Bamber called the police claiming his father had phoned, said his sister Sheila had ‘gone beserk’ with his rifle. At his adoptive parents’ house in Malden, police found Bamber’s parents Neville and June, plus Sheila and her twins Nicholas and Daniel, 6, shot dead, the gun by Sheila’s side. Murder-suicide?

But Bamber’s girlfriend told police he’d confessed plans to hire a hitman to kill the family. And a blood-flecked silencer was found at the house. Bamber was convicted of killing his family to inherit their fortune. He received a whole-life sentence, but still protests his innocence.

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