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pricescigar · 3 months

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Lev Kravchenko taking you out on Date HC's

Requested by: @justagenderfluidstuff

Admin note: Just a small HC on how Lev would ask you out on a date ♡ (I'm so sorry if this is short 😭)

As always no specific gender required, for everyone to enjoy 🫶🏻

Lev was nervous to ask you out on a date, he had been debating on how to ask for for a whole now.

(Truth to be told he had a crush on you ever since you started out in the KGB, ststing out his personal assistant)

He wanted this to be perfect as possible Lev didn't want anything to go wrong. After a long Friday of working, he finally asked you.

He is rather reserved– Quiet most of the time, despite his stoic and anger appreance, he was rather sweet with you. Always.

A few of the workers occasionally teased him, but they were always met with angry glares.

It was a simple but sweet gesture he did asking you out, like the gentleman he is. And gladly, you accepted it. Which mafe him happy.

He took you to the finest restaurant that Moscow offered, five-star even. He didn't care how much the bill was, along as you were happy.

You were surprised yet greatful he took you out to the magnificent place, coincidentally... The sane restaurant you always wanted to go to!

The gentleman he is he opened the door for you, pulling out the chair for you as well. You always came first.

"I remember you mentioning you always wanted to go to this restaurant, so I wanted to take you here."

You two had a powerful time, Lev assured you to order whatever you wished. As he did the same too.

You two had a wonderful time getting to know each other more personally, without work getting in the way.

Everyone was intimidated by Lev, also respecting him. But you... You was never scared of him, which always surprised him as well.

After the lavish starter and main course, you two had dessert. Although you was still worried about the price, Lev reassured you.

"Get anything you want Pcholka (little bee) Tonight is about you."

Feeling reassured the two of you got a shared dessert, which he glady shared with you.

As the night came to an end, drinks shared, belly gull of food and Lev paying the whole bill and he offered to take you home

Luckily you didn't live too far from the restaurant, gladly he walked you home. His arm wrapped around yours, as it was a snowy evening.

It was a sweet and warm gesture from him, but he wanted you to be safe. Even if you could handle yourself, he was rather protective of you.

The walk sadly came to an end as the two to you walked down to your road, still walking with you. He walked you over to your door

You cheekily kissed the side of his lip as a thank you and a good night, but he quickly pulled you in and kissed you with passion.

Clearly, the night wasn't just over yet for the two of you.

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #cod cold war #black ops #call of duty cold war #lev kravchenko #kravchenko cold war #brooke's requested writings

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adlerboi · 1 year

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Lev Kravchenko

#call of duty #Black ops #lev kravchenko

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paradamaxima · 1 year

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Yes horse meat means exactly what you think it means

#cod has been… dry lately #call of duty #black ops #lev kravchenko #nikita dragovich #pd art

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flashbang-througthe-door · 2 years

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When they were brainwashing Mason

Hermes, holding a knife: it's so sharp you won't feel a thing OW

Kravchenko, elbows Hermes as hard as he could:

#agent hermes #hermes #lev kravchenko #alex mason

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lurkingosprey · 2 years

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“The Omega Time Machine” Finale: “The Right Foot”

WE ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT GOING TO COLLABORATE WITH PERSEUS. EVER!” shouted Kravchenko. “I will have NOTHING to do with those freaks!”

“I think they’re cool, sir. What do they call’em these days… edgelords?” Gorev commented. “I wouldn’t mind a hood or mask in addition to the standard uniform.”

“The uniform is here to stay, comrade. But you? That’s questionable!” Kravchenko threatened.

Enjoy the Chaos:

Rated T

#call of duty #black ops cold war #cod #call of duty cold war #cod cold war #cod zombies #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #call of duty zombies #lev kravchenko #takeo masaki #tank dempsey #bocw #william peck #gorev

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governors-simp · 2 years

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Headconnons for the O M E G A group!

Yes Jager is covered because he is scary. Anyways enjoy :)

If any of y’all get mad saying “UGH THEYRE WHITE JDJFJFBF” I will jump you-

#call of duty cold war #lev kravchenko #alexandra valentina #william peck #gorev #hugo jager #omega group #black ops cold war zombies

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dummie-vaughn · 1 year

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if you told me 7 years ago that ppl would be actively lusting over lev kravchenko I wouldn’t be surprised he’s always been my type

#lev kravchenko #call of duty #black ops

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quotesfrommyreading · 11 months

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In the terrible winter of 1932–33, brigades of Communist Party activists went house to house in the Ukrainian countryside, looking for food. The brigades were from Moscow, Kyiv, and Kharkiv, as well as villages down the road. They dug up gardens, broke open walls, and used long rods to poke up chimneys, searching for hidden grain. They watched for smoke coming from chimneys, because that might mean a family had hidden flour and was baking bread. They led away farm animals and confiscated tomato seedlings. After they left, Ukrainian peasants, deprived of food, ate rats, frogs, and boiled grass. They gnawed on tree bark and leather. Many resorted to cannibalism to stay alive. Some 4 million died of starvation.

At the time, the activists felt no guilt. Soviet propaganda had repeatedly told them that supposedly wealthy peasants, whom they called kulaks, were saboteurs and enemies—rich, stubborn landowners who were preventing the Soviet proletariat from achieving the utopia that its leaders had promised. The kulaks should be swept away, crushed like parasites or flies. Their food should be given to the workers in the cities, who deserved it more than they did. Years later, the Ukrainian-born Soviet defector Viktor Kravchenko wrote about what it was like to be part of one of those brigades. “To spare yourself mental agony you veil unpleasant truths from view by half-closing your eyes—and your mind,” he explained. “You make panicky excuses and shrug off knowledge with words like exaggeration and hysteria.”

He also described how political jargon and euphemisms helped camouflage the reality of what they were doing. His team spoke of the “peasant front” and the “kulak menace,” “village socialism” and “class resistance,” to avoid giving humanity to the people whose food they were stealing. Lev Kopelev, another Soviet writer who as a young man had served in an activist brigade in the countryside (later he spent years in the Gulag), had very similar reflections. He too had found that clichés and ideological language helped him hide what he was doing, even from himself:

I persuaded myself, explained to myself. I mustn’t give in to debilitating pity. We were realizing historical necessity. We were performing our revolutionary duty. We were obtaining grain for the socialist fatherland. For the five-year plan.

There was no need to feel sympathy for the peasants. They did not deserve to exist. Their rural riches would soon be the property of all.

But the kulaks were not rich; they were starving. The countryside was not wealthy; it was a wasteland. This is how Kravchenko described it in his memoirs, written many years later:

Large quantities of implements and machinery, which had once been cared for like so many jewels by their private owners, now lay scattered under the open skies, dirty, rusting and out of repair. Emaciated cows and horses, crusted with manure, wandered through the yard. Chickens, geese and ducks were digging in flocks in the unthreshed grain.

That reality, a reality he had seen with his own eyes, was strong enough to remain in his memory. But at the time he experienced it, he was able to convince himself of the opposite. Vasily Grossman, another Soviet writer, gives these words to a character in his novel Everything Flows:

I’m no longer under a spell, I can see now that the kulaks were human beings. But why was my heart so frozen at the time? When such terrible things were being done, when such suffering was going on all around me? And the truth is that I truly didn’t think of them as human beings. “They’re not human beings, they’re kulak trash”—that’s what I heard again and again, that’s what everyone kept repeating.

— Ukraine and the Words That Lead to Mass Murder

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welldonekhushi · 12 days

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Call of Duty OC: Vasili "Bell" Sokolov 🔔

OLD DESIGN:

NEW DESIGN:

Finally, I came up with my Bell's bio-sheet as well! I abandoned him for nothing, but now I decided to give him some depth and character for good <3

GENERAL:

Name: Vasili

Full name: Vasili Mikhailovich Sokolov/Vincent Stephens

Codename: "Bell", Ворона (The Crow, by the KGB)

Alias(es): Vasya, Vince, Adler's protégé (by Woods), Scary Old Man (by Sims)

Age: [REDACTED]

Gender: Male

Nationality: Russian (as Vasili), American (as Vincent)

Languages spoken: Russian, English, Spanish, Italian, German and fluent in many other languages

Date of Birth: [REDACTED]

Place of Birth: [REDACTED]

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Occupation: KGB (retired), Perseus Operative (formerly), MACV-SOG (currently, but after the true ending he leaves)

Status: Unknown

Universe: Black Ops: Cold War

Faceclaim: Danila Kozlovsky

Song: "Ostrov Nevezeniya" by Andrei Mironov

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Biography: Bell, unaware about his own existence and his past, sought to assist the CIA special agent, Russell Adler on the aim to hunt down Perseus. Every moment that passes, he starts gaining his lost memory back, which makes him question himself about what he truly is. Would Bell choose the right side of history, or choose his own?

AFFILIATIONS:

KGB (Committee for State Security)

General Anton Charkov

Major Dimitri Belikov (double agent)

Major Vadim Rudnik

Lev Kravchenko

Perseus Faction

"Perseus" (leader)

Arash Kadivar

Anton Volkov

Qasim Javadi

The Safehouse

Alex Mason

Frank Woods

Russell Adler

Helen Park

Lawrence Sims

Lazar Azoulay

Aleksandra "Aleks" Clarke R. (@alypink )

SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

Weapon induced: Knife, MI6A1, M60, MP5, Type 63, LW3 — Tundra, AK-47, Throwing Knife

Fighting style: Systema, hand-to-hand combat, a little martial arts

Special skills: Has a good sense of observation and quick to react to the situation, can compose himself in many identities

Talents: Vasily could learn languages easily at a fast rate, even after getting brainwashed, he still retained those qualities within him

Shortcomings: Has frequent headaches, loses focus at times, not very confident when it comes to taking a decision, becomes absolutely dependent on his superiors

PERSONALITY:

Myers-Briggs Type: ISTP (The Virtuoso)

Is aware of his surroundings: Because of his career as a special agent, Bell conceals himself in terms of his personal life in seclusion. Even knowing he's hunted everywhere, he intelligently makes himself invisible from the outside world which makes others difficult for him to locate or recognise.

Works in solitude: Vasili/Bell has always prefered to work alone, but it doesn't mean he doesn't mind going on missions with the team. But, as his habit of being a special agent, that trait normally came from him back in his days when he worked with the KGB.

Observant and intelligent: Vasili was able to survive any sort of situation because of his good observant skills, and his capacity to act quicker. He was able to learn a lot of languages as well, and posed himself in different identities, that made it harder for the intelligence agencies to track him down.

Is reserved and introverted: Bell really doesn't speak to anyone much, unless when it comes to planning or going for missions, he needs to form a sort of communication to keep it lively. He is seen being more comfortable with Mason and Woods, but never felt having a good vibe with Adler. It was odd on his part, but it was going to grow very obvious when the truth would have come closer to any minute.

BACKGROUND STORY

Bell, who first used to live under the identity of Vasili Sokolov, was born in a family who had an army background, where his mother and father, both served during the Second World War, and hearing their stories, it gave Vasili a motivation to support his parents legacy by joining the intelligence — which was the KGB, going under the codename "Crow".

THE KGB ARC [REDACTED]

When Vasili joined the organisation, he showed a remarkable performance as a special agent. Some say he was born to join the intelligence and make the country proud, or he was a gifted child who could learn anything quickly and successfully perform a mission by stealing info or destroying any plans that could harm his country, without any failure. He even pointed out possible mistakes while planning out a mission, and in the end they worked out efficiently.

Sooner or later, Vasili's influence spread all around the world, especially during the Cold War, the enemies of the Soviet Union had a kill/capture on him. "Kill" because Vasili knew too much about them, and "Capture" because, they wanted him to tell everything he has with him, which likely created a risk for the KGB and they couldn't do so. With that, General Anton Charkov gave him the order to "retire" and stay hidden to protect himself along with the organisation. Disappointed, Vasili protested that it was the only thing that "kept him going", but having no choice, the agent decided to leave the KGB, under the General's orders.

PERSEUS ARC [REDACTED]

It was a matter of time, when one was going to collect him instead, realising he was now no longer affiliated with the KGB. Vasili was met with someone who called himself "Perseus", and requested him to join his alliance, since he knew about Vasili from his influence, and promised to give him full security, knowing he was hunted worldwide too. Seeing that as an opportunity, Vasili agreed to join in good terms, directly becoming Perseus's loyal agent.

As he continued his journey in the faction, he had shown his skills again which made Perseus as his most trusted agent, unlike the rest. But, at times Vasili has shown inner conflict towards his ideas. During the moment when he was explained about "Operation Greenlight" with the members, it left a strange feeling within his heart. He tried to protest, but he somehow couldn't refute his superior's words, and decided to acknowledge instead. Vasili had kept showing a remarkable performance, much to Arash Kadivar, one of the faction members, being envious of his relationship with Perseus.

Kadivar lures him to Trabzon Airport, where he takes Vasili, and explains that he didn't want any more "competition", resulting in him shooting the special agent in the car he was present in, leaving him to die and bleed alone. But, sooner or later, an attack situated on the airfield, unbeknownst to the dying Vasili who was growing unconscious every passing minute. Growing lost in his own thoughts, about Perseus that promised him to give him protection from the outer forces, but didn't recognise that his "own" people were against him too, as he questioned his existence at the same time.

SAFEHOUSE ARC

The voices echoed, and the man started to lose his breath.. until he woke up, and found himself in a strange place, where he couldn't remember anything of what happened. This is where, he encounters Russell Adler, a CIA agent who he curiously looks upon, having no idea. Unable to introduce himself, Adler briefed him about his name, being it under the codename "Bell". And this is where, all the very events of the canon game begin from here.

#cod #call of duty #bocw #black ops #call of duty black ops #black ops cold war #cod bell #bell oc #vasili sokolov #call of duty oc #oc #original character #oc biography #original character profile #character profile #my oc #my oc character #vasili bell sokolov

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mockerycrow · 10 months

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Some Call Of Duty Characters MBTI Types

I am an ISTP personally!! I also will add more series to this eventually.

MODERN WARFARE TRILOGY (2007 - 2011)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - INTP

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick - ISFJ

General Shepherd - ENTJ

Derek ‘Frost’ Westbrook - ISTP

Vladimir Makarov - INTJ

Captain MacMillan - ISTP

John Price - ENTJ

Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson - ISTJ

Imran Zakhaev - INFJ

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish - ISTP

Sandman - ISTP

Viktor Zakhaev - INFP

James Ramirez - ENFP

Joseph Allen - ISTJ

Nikolai - ISTP

BLACK OPS MASON SAGA (2010, 2012, 2020)

Viktor Reznov - ENTJ

Frank Woods - ESTP

Raul Menendez - INFJ

Alex Mason - ISTP

David Mason - ISTP

Mike Harper - ESTP

Farid - INFP

Perseus - INFJ

Javier Salazar - ISTP

Crosby - INTP

Jason Hudson - ISTJ

Russell Adler - ENTJ

Grigori Weaver - INTP

Helen Park - INTP

“Bell” - ISTP

Bowman - ISTP

Nikita Dragovich - ENTJ

Lev Kravchenko - ISTJ

Friedrich Steiner - INTJ

Lawrence Sims - ISTP

Eleazar Azoulay - ESTP

Manuel Noriega - ENTP

Arash Kadivar - ESTP

Imran Zakhaev - ISTP

MODERN WARFARE REBOOT (2019 - 2022)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley - INTJ

Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish - ESFP

John Price - ENTJ

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick - ISFP

Farah Karim - ENFJ

Philip Graves - ESTP

Alex Keller - ENFP

Alejandro Vargas - ENFJ

Valeria Garza - ENTJ

Rodolfo Parra - ISFJ

König - INTP

Horangi - ESTP

Kreuger - ISTP

Hassan Zyani - ENTP

Kate Laswell - ESTJ

Hadir Karim - ISFP

Kamarov - ISFJ

Nikolai - ENTJ

General Shepherd - ESTJ

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pricescigar · 2 years

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Lev Kravchenko HC's

Photo taken by me

[ For my Lev Simps @justagenderfluidstuff & @paradamaxima ] 🖤

His parents named him Lev — Meaning Lion in Russian, and what are Lions are known being for?

Their strength, power and ferocity, his parents believed he would be a strong man. They was right.

He's the oldest of his two siblings, the second oldest was his brother and younger being his sister.

Growing up he was rather responsible, doing what he was told and obeying his parents commands.

Despite his cold, rough and tough demeanour. Deep down Lev is actually quite a shy man, and quite introverted.

He's not very sociable and quite grumpy half of the time, especially when his job resolves around constant communications and loots of meetings and discussions.

Pretty much he's mentally exhausted, grumpy, cranky and typically doesn't want to deal with anyone

But people will forever known him for his violent nature, and his deep friendship with Dragovitch.

Lev is definitely a workaholic, his life long devotion and service to the War was an example. And in the future in becoming Omega's leader and commanding officer.

He had been caught many times sleeping at his desk, paperwork all scrunched up.

Most of the time he is sleep deprived, which is why he relies on Coffee so much to keep his energy up.

Work is the only thing that keeps Lev occupied, outside of work he really does have any interest in anything else.

He hates being under pressure, it stresses him out a lot. Which is why Lev is seen unleashed or angry half of the time.

(Don't shout around him if he looks tired or miserable enough as it is)

Resorting to violence had always been his main language, dubbing a nick name "The bloodthirsty Colonel."

Lev hates giving hugs or overall being affectionate, but he gives really good hugs.

There is a lighter side that is shallowed and hidden away, he prefers to keep that at bay.

Lev isn't sadly good with relationships– He's a hard person to trust and very much cares about his loyalty, and overall perfers work overall.

It is rare that he calls someone his "Friend." Or as a matter of fact, care for anyone else at all.

#call of duty #cod #black ops cold war #cod cold war #black ops #call of duty cold war #lev kravchenko #kravchenko cold war

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adlerboi · 1 year

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Lev Kravchenko

#call of duty #cold war #black ops cold war #lev kravchenko

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paradamaxima · 2 years

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This was very therapeutic

#call of duty #black ops #black ops cold war #lev kravchenko #pd art #i don’t think i draw him good enough still lmaoo

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writer-of-various · 28 days

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Drownin' In The Rain

Chapter II / Tank

A heavy sigh left the young boy's lips once he stepped into the small apartment he called home, his eyes landing on the numerous beer bottles and cigarette butts littering the stained carpet. He expertly maneuvered around the trash, careful with the broken pieces of glass as he practically tiptoed to his room, setting his backpack down on his bed before walking back out and grabbing the broom and dustpan. He cleaned up the mess with an empty expression, taking the full trash bag out of the trashcan and about to tie it to take it out to the dumpster when the front door slammed open and his already drunken out sauntered in, her dark, glazed over eyes landing on him with disgust.

"I always forget I have someone waiting at home for me." She slurs out, looking behind her and the boy straightens up, his blood running cold when a really sketchy guy walks in after his aunt, his eyes immediately falling on him. "Roy, this is Tommy, my nephew. Don't mind him, he won't disturb us. Right, Tommy?"

Tommy swallows the lump in his throat and gives a curt nod, "Yes ma'am."

His aunt smiled, something predatory, "Good boy. Take that out, then go to your room, I don't want to see you out here again."

"Yes ma'am." Tommy repeats, quick to leave the apartment and he feels pathetic when tears sting the edges of his eyelids, wishing he can just run away from the horror that was about to unfold. But he couldn't. His aunt Jenny needed him, and he had nowhere to go. Sometimes he wished he could blame his parents for getting themselves involved in serious crime, but he knew they did it for him. They had no money, they were trying their hardest to give him a better life and he's thankful. He could only pray to them tonight once again, hoping they'll hear him and save him from another night of abuse.

"Faggot." That name, the way Lev Kravchenko stared him down with a gleaming glare, like that bastard knew what went on at home. He didn't. Tommy never wanted any of this.

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The next morning, Tommy weighed his options. Go to school, or do what every other teenager does and ditch. The latter option sounded better, he wanted to ditch because his body ached and he felt embarrassed to show up at school wearing his aunt's sunglasses to cover the marks he couldn't hide with makeup. But he's team captain of the football team, and ditching can cost him that title. He couldn't risk it, being put as team captain really saves his ass. Although he couldn't help but feel guilty, his best bud, Peter, had gotten a severe injury after a game and he won't ever be able to play again. Tommy would admit he cried a lot that day, Peter's family always took him in and Peter was just...he was there for Tommy when he needed him. They've been friends since elementary school, and Peter always protected him. But he moved after the injury so he can live closer to all the doctors he needed and Tommy had cried a lot that day too. He could feel the warmth Peter radiated, his charming smile as he embraced Tommy and promised to visit the soonest he can, the promise that after high school they can finally be free.

It's been six months, and Tommy can't help but feel like he's been played. It wouldn't have been the first time it happened, but Peter felt different, he was the only person he could trust.

Somehow, Tommy found himself in front of the high school and rolled his eyes, walking inside and forcing himself to relax as he walked into his second hell. He saw Kravchenko and cursed, instantly ducking into a random classroom and started to close the door when a deep voice spooked him.

"What's got you so jumpy?" Tommy turns around and sees a tall boy staring at him, a large history book in his hands as his piercing blue eyes try staring into his soul. Tommy averts his gaze, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable and even more embarrassed.

"Nothing. I just thought this was my class..." He knew the excuse was lame, and the other boy knew that too, but he played along and gave him a small smile.

"I can help you find your actual class if you want," the boy offered and Tommy nodded, exhaling shakily as he moved out of the class and watched as the boy set the book down on the empty teacher's desk and walked out into the hall with him. They walked in silence, Tommy feeling eyes on him but for some reason, the presence of the other teenager made him feel...safer. Too bad it won't last for long, when the boy stops in front of his math class and gives him that same smile, but it seems to reach his blue eyes this time.

"I'm Nikolai Belinksi," He reaches out and Tommy flinches, his mind screaming at him when Nikolai frowns and retracts his hand carefully. "It was nice meeting you officially, Tommy." With that, he leaves Tommy standing alone with his intruding thoughts. Fuck, he screwed up bad this time.

×××

"Hey Tak–"

"Whatever you're going to ask, no." Takeo Masaki gave him a look, once that had Tommy frowning and sitting across from him.

"Hey man, you don't even know what I was going to ask you!"

Takeo made a noise, "That's the point, Tank. Why are you wearing those...things."

Tank, such a strong and brave, albeit silly, nickname that Peter gave him during middle school and it has stuck since then. It made Tommy feel better about himself, although lately he was anything but a tank.

"These things are sunglasses, even if fugly. I didn't get much sleep last night, some asshole's dog wouldn't shut up." Tank says with a shrug, purposely avoiding the look of disbelief his best friend gave him but he also chooses not to say anything either, knowing the other teen would refuse any "allegations."

"Are you ready for Mr. Monty's test?" Takeo asks, and Tank groans, slumping in his seat and shaking his head.

"Fuck no, man. That dude wants us all to fail!" Tank complains and Takeo nods, face suddenly solemn.

"He's not the best teacher. But even if I fail this, I am still a disappointment to my family." Takeo mumbles, and Tank sits up and scoots closer to his friend, patting his back comfortingly.

"Hey, screw your family, Tak. Just because you don't want to join the military doesn't give them the excuse to treat you like shit. You have your own life to live, we're entering the 21st century soon, man! Things ought to change, for us. We can't be in the shadows anymore." Takeo smiles and nods, nudging Tank gently.

"Do you tell yourself that?"

Tank thinks for a moment, and when he opens his mouth to lie, Takeo gives him that look again. "No...I don't."

"Then I'll tell you, screw your family. You don't have to be burdened by them forever, you're smart and strong, you should never do something you don't want to do."

Tank gives him a smile, something small that reaches his eyes, trying to ignore the way his heart pounded against his chest as he imagined himself running away from this hellhole. To be free.

"I heard you punched Kravchenko," Takeo speaks up after a moment of silence, and Tank nods. "We should leave then."

"Wh–" "Dempsey!" Before he can react, he's forced out of his seat and slammed against the table, his already bruised abdomen screaming at the pain. He sees Takeo stand, yelling at Kravchenko to leave him alone or else, but two other guys come up and surround him, warning him to not get involved.

Tank is turned around and he glares up at the quarterback, squaring his shoulders as he prepares himself for a fight.

"You fucking thought you can get away with this? You're fucking trailer park trash, Tommy." Kravchenko spat and Tank growls, moving to punch him when the bigger teen grabs his wrist in a bone crushing grasp and punches him in the jaw, the force knocking his head to the side and forcing the sunglasses to fall. He hears everyone gasping, he can heat the chanting, even with the ringing. He doesn't hear a familiar deep voice, he barely registers being freed and he doesn't fucking see Nikolai Belinski beating the crap out of Kravchenko. He grabs his bag and runs out of the cafeteria, shock eating at him as the same thing runs through his mind like a broken record.

Everyone saw the bruises. Everyone saw how weak and pathetic he is. Everyone fucking saw.

He can't go to the apartment, he has nowhere to go. He walks out to the field and goes to the bleachers, throwing his bag on the ground and letting his tears fall as he grabs his hair harshly.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He whispers, his blood running so cold it feels like he has no skin or muscle to protect his blood vessels.

"Lev Kravchenko is a sorry excuse for a man." A soft voice speaks behind him and he whips around, eyes widening at the sight of a pretty girl he recognizes from some of his classes. "Here," she tosses a cloth to him and a water bottle, but he can only hold the items and stare at her with confusion. She sighs, motioning him to sit and he does so, her figure kneeling in front of him and taking the cloth and water. She pours water on the cloth and wrings out the excess water, holding it up to his face and staring into his eyes.

"Can I?" He nods, and she gently presses it against the corner of his mouth, frowning as he winces from the sting. "Did you get him back worse?"

"Uh...no. I don't know what happened...it was all so fast."

"There you are. Lilja, thank you," Tank looks up and sees Nikolai standing there, out of breath and holding his left hand close to his chest and Tank sees the bloodied knuckles and immediately looks down, guilt eating at him.

"I take it you got him?" Lilja turns her head to look at the other boy and Nikolai gives her a charming grin.

"Of course, I've been waiting to fuck him up for a while. Tommy, do you need to see the nurse?" Nikolai turns his attention back on him and Tank shakes his head, giving Lilja a thankful smile when she nods her head and puts away the cloth.

"No, I'll be fine. I just...I just don't know what to do now. Wait– where's Tak? Is he okay?"

"Of course I am. You worry too much," Takeo comes out from the other side of the bleacher and Tank smiles, his face heating up at the last sentence.

"The staff will be looking for us." Nikolai murmurs, that grin slipping from his face upon realizing that they can get in trouble. He shares a look with Lilja, who shrugs and grabs her backpack the exact time the bell rings.

"I wasn't involved, Nikolai." She says, her eyes staring down at the older teen and he nods, grabbing her hand and holding it.

"Thank you for helping. I'll make sure you aren't mentioned," He looks at Tank, who nods and makes a zipping motion in front of his lips.

"Mine are sealed."

Lilja nods, "Good. I'll see you later."

She walks off without another word and Tank watches her go with a smile, oblivious to the look Nikolai gave him as he turns his attention to Takeo.

"Remember how I said screw your family?" He says, and Takeo nods. "Let's ditch, man." He turns to Nikolai and holds out a hand, "You in too?"

Nikolai and Takeo share a look before grinning, patting Tank on the back as they race over to the fence at the end of the field and hopping over it.

Screw everyone, Tank Dempsey is going to be free one way or another.

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