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I LOVE HOW U DRAW HIM, LET ME TREAT U TO A FIVE COURSE MEAL RN.
I did it.
Throws this at u guys
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Lord have MERCAY...HOOOOOOO
I'm in love with your fics; they're my H20.
On Edge
Pairing: Marius "Jäger" Streicher x Ryad "Jackal" Ramírez Al-Hassar
Summary: Jackal and Jäger are both training as attackers and defenders respectively. Jackal tracks Jäger while he is roaming.
Warnings: Canon typical violence, no blood since this all happens during practice.
Words: 862
This is a little one shot for bestjagermain on twitter!
Jäger put his last ADS down near an entry point, and took a deep breath. He could hear his teammates moving about, setting up site for the imminent entry of the attackers. Though he knew it was only practice, he was still very on edge, with Mira calling the shots.
He checked his mags and took a mental map of how the site was set up, before Mira yelled out a few orders. "Jäger, Caveira! You're both roaming, understood? Jäger, you head for the east entrance, Cav, go for the west entrance." Jäger and Caveira both nodded and headed to their respective positions.
The building was quiet, except for the sounds of his teammates walking upstairs. Though he's done this multiple times, he can't help but feel stressed. He takes a shaky breath in as he roams the hallways, keeping an eye and ear out for anything out of place. He can't hear anything but his own breathing and heartbeat. It's nerve wracking, hearing the sound of his own footsteps bouncing off the walls.
His grip on his gun tightens as he peeks around corners, making sure the way is clear. He's worried, looking over his shoulder constantly, he does not want to get flanked. His team depends on him after all. His headphones crackle to life, with a desperate call from Blitz. "ONE SECOND FLOOR, CASH ROOM, FU-" The radio cuts off, leaving him in eerie silence once again.
He's not sure if Caveira will be going after the person on the second floor, and right as he decides to continue roaming, he gets a transmission from Cav. "I'm dealing with Ace over here, Jäger go after him!" She's clearly out of breath, so he sneaks his way to the second floor. He quickly gets to the server room to find it completely empty.
It's eerily quiet upstairs, the distant sounds of gun fights in the background. He clears the server room, aiming his gun at anything he finds suspicious, before peeking in the cash room carefully. He walks in slowly, making his footsteps as quiet as he possibly can. The only sounds audible are the beeping and buzzing of the electronics in the room.
He hears his own breathing as he peeks at an angle, keeping an ear out for any footsteps. He turns suddenly, having an odd feeling of being tracked. There's no one there. He's just met with an empty room as he peers into the garage. He watches it for way longer than he should. It might just be the atmosphere, but something is making him more on edge than usual.
Then, he hears a single footstep. He turns instantly, only to be met with a wall. Scheiße. He decides to rotate back to the points, knowing he's most likely already been spotted. He moves quickly, but whoever is hot on his trail moves quicker. He doesn't hear anyone as he makes his way back to the stairs. Then, he gets a gut feeling. His heart drops as he immediately turns around to shoot.
Unfortunately, he gets met with the hard concrete wall against his back. His gun had fallen out of his hands, the violence of the pin having him disoriented. "You should be more careful, cariño." Jackal's voice is hushed as he presses the blade of his knife against Jäger's throat. Jager can't feel the cold of the blade thanks to his balaclava, but he can feel the sharpness of it and the pressure Jackal is putting on it.
Words fail him as his breathing gets more laboured. He really wants to reply with a quip, but all he can do is stare. "Cat's got your tongue, amor?" Jäger shakes his head quickly. "N-no, you just scared me." He feels almost relaxed at the sight of Jackal, despite being held at knife-point. The pressure Jackal is applying to his knife lightens.
Jäger's hand comes up to hold Jackal's on the knife. Jackal has a cheeky smile, but Jäger is still trying to calm himself down from the sudden scare. "You're dead and out, Marius." Jackal speaks, before completely withdrawing his knife. "Thought so." Jäger chuckles quietly. Jackal lifts Jäger's balaclava just high enough to see his mouth and closes the very small distance between them, kissing him. Jäger kisses him back without hesitation, just wanting to enjoy this small moment of "privacy" between the both of them.
Jackal pulls away, and Jäger can't help but smile. "Good luck, liebe." They can both hear footsteps from the upper floors, so they go quiet for a second. Jackal completely moved himself off of Jäger. He continues his way up the stairs and looks back at him. "You better go before my good mood runs out, my love." He's teasing him, and Jäger just shakes his head, a grin plastered on his face.
Jackal disappears around the corner and Jäger sighs. He pulls his balaclava down and makes his way out of the building, only to be greeted by the blinding sun once outside. What a fucking dick. He thinks. He'd never admit just how much he likes it though. Not even with a knife to his throat.
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Some old shitty doodles of these silly 40-year-old men that I did in class
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Idc what anyone says... This 41 Y/O man is very girlypop.
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Rebloging these kinds of posts is not something I generally do (my account is essentially a Jäger fan account).
Putting my UNHEALTHY obsession aside, infantilization of reader is the biggest ick, and it's far too common these days.
Some fics feel downright illegal.
“you’re just so small :(“ “he doesn’t want to hurt ur tiny body” “his fist is bigger than your womb” “his hand is the size of your entire stomach” “:( small baby no hurt by big man soldier”-
eeughhhaa🤨
brotha eeughhhaa🤢🤢🤢👹👹🤕🤒🤒🤮🤧
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FEWKijfpWEJDFPQEAWHJFIPWEfheWHJFHEwh hgoly
GOODMORNIN' USA
I love your art
Don’t know if I had shared any of these before. But they’re messy scribbles of them that I’ve found, remembering I had sketched most of these at like 3am because it was always therapeutic.
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(favorites are Jäger holding the Blitz doll close to him and Jäger landing on Blitz, who is covering his face and laughing. :’) Might pick those 2 up again bc I’m so fond of it.)
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I'M CRACKLIN', HE'S LIKE AN INSECT STUCK IN A JAR.
GET ME OUT OF ZHIS FUCKING COMPUTER !!!!!
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Guys.. Discovery.
THIGH PUDGE 🤭 Soft.. (I know he's a literal twig but let me think what I want)
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I CANNOT STOP LISTENING TO JÄGER'S VOICELINES. I'M ACTUALLY TWEAKING, CHAT.
I'll gladly hook this man up with dinner.
Save your friend or have dinner with Jäger? RIP to my bsf, may his soul be at peace. 🍷
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LMAOO
His head fits perfectly in your fist
I need to bake him in a pie, PRONTO. ASAP. 👏
SBSHBHSHBSBH I CAN'T ANYMORE-
I JUST FILLED MY EYEBALLS WITH SO MUCH R6S FANART AND I MUST LOVINGLY CHUCK HIM AGAIN
also I found a bunch of messed up stitches on the back of his head and idk if its me but its saddening 😭
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Mf is so GOOFY 😠😠
Seriously. Ask him anything, and he will stand as perfectly straight as the men's restroom emblem.
bros the type to stand RIGHT by the door at the function and when anyone tires to interact with him he just stands there like 🧍♂️
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Y'all know damn well I'm drawing Jäger's deadly omen skin, deadass.☝
After YEARS, Siege bringing back Jäger's ACOG might just convince me to play it once more.
(*Also, silly Jäger screenshots.*)
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Simon Ghost Riley doodles >:)
I fcking love this brit, goodgoogalymoogaly
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Fully becoming the fun police because the tiktok hc devil got some of you believing hcs are canon 😭
No, Soap doesn't have ADHD. As a sniper and demolitions expert, someone with ADHD wouldn't be able to do the work effectively, it requires extreme focus for extended periods of time, and literally nothing in the game or his behavior indicates he has ADHD.
Yes, Ghost passes his psych evals. He NEEDS to be mentally stable in order to be part of the SAS, otherwise he'd be pulled out no matter how much Price likes him. There are no indications in the game or voice lines that show otherwise, he's able to hold his own weight and is likely on therapy and medication to help with his trauma and nightmares.
No, Soap doesn't have 10 sisters. He doesn't even have a family.
Yes, comic Ghost is canon to 22 Ghost. Literally nothing indicates otherwise, every single character in the remake kept their canon pasts, why would Ghost be an exception?
No, König isn't shy. He's snarky and cocky in all his voice lines, not a single trace of shyness in this man.
No, none of these grown men need a pink blanket from their childhood to sleep.💀 Infantilizing grown men is weird enough as it is, and I feel like some of you forget these men are soldiers— the best of the best, used to extreme conditions that could break regular people, they're not babies or mentally unstable teenagers, it's weird to treat them as such.
While we're at it, some of you make Price act like a fucking nonce and it's weird. No, he wouldn't date an 18 year old child. Probably the youngest he'd go to is 30s, some of you forget the huge difference in maturity age gaps always have and how he wouldn't want to date a pouty child, especially with his line of work and how often he's gone. A relationship with this man would require plenty of mutual understanding, communication skills, trust, and maturity.
ANYWAY NSOSNWLSMALQ
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Wondering what it's like to look this mf in the eyes and see your goofy ass reflection in his helmet
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