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❝ the marines taught him how to survive, but circumstance taught him how to hunt. as stubborn as his ex-wife, discipline and duty comes before everything but family. with every new grief comes a new sense of responsibility and determination. he will protect, he will guard, he will never stand down.❞

░ THE MILITANT ░ Gabriel Judd

age: 54 pronouns: he/him/his class: hunter - unmarked faceclaim: daniel craig

▻ THEN

gabriel christopher judd. born kensington west london. only child to lord christopher (senior) judd and lady madeleine judd ( nee durand ). but far from being the silver spoon child, gabriel was raised with a hardened morality by both parents, his father a decorated military commander his mother a french envoy stationed in london. practical lessons but not lacking in love. graduating from oxford was just part of a grander plan to follow in those weighty footsteps, and gabriel joined the royal navy recruits while still a student. four years later and he was a fully fledged royal marine commando by the age of 26. and so it went. serving queen and country.

the years move on. the boy becomes a man. and his life changes. it was a simple chance encounter that dropped him into the realm of the unreal and the impossible. but that didn’t mean it wasn’t right there in front of him. so the faithless man became a believer. of a sort. he holds no regard for heaven and hell. his devotion is, and always will be, to people. and it doesn’t matter what it is that seeks to harm, or in what way, they’ll find him and that concrete morality standing between them and their prey.

but even when a man steps out of battle, the battle doesn’t step out of him. twenty eight countries later. a few wars between his teeth. and he’s here - setting foot to dirt in the land of the free.

in the beginning, the turn to the hunt had been a singular focus. and would likely have remained so. if it hadn’t been for nora. both solo entities with a common goal and they had fallen so easily in step with each other. and then so easily in love with each other. at least, for gabriel, it had been easy. her fire, her spirit, her fight. a sharp mind, quick wit, keenly intelligent, scathingly humorous. as beautiful within as she was without. they moved together, fought together, in perfect synchronisation, with a fluidity that defied reason. and a lethality that was unstoppable.

the only thing that made him happier than nora agreeing to marry him was when their boys graced their lives.

and that’s when the nuts and bolts of their strength together, started to rattle loose. he didn’t understand the change. yes, he wanted to protect them. but he didn’t want to keep them blind. yes, he knew the risk, the danger involved, but with two hardened hunters that risk was lesser and surely it was a greater risk to leave them unaware of the true evils that lurked in the shadows. he wasn’t training them to put them in the path of evil. he was training them because that evil existed - whether they knew it or not. and stepping out of the battle didn’t mean there wasn’t still a war.

and then… she left. that life of feigned ignorance. the one of pretence and lies. it didn’t mean that there wasn’t a hole in his chest a pain that wouldn’t ebb. a part of his life… his heart… his soul gone. and damn her for it. because even then, with the ache and the loss, with the distance and the sharp words. with the anger and the fighting.

he still loved her. loves her now. no matter what, he always would.

▻ NOW

put a demon between a man and his sons. and that demon will fall. there’s nothing stronger than the will of a father. nothing more volatile or deadly than a desperate man in fear for those he cherished more than anything in the world. a man whose heart had been ripped of his chest and held, still beating in the palm of a blasted wasteland. a man whose howl of anguish would shake even the bones of the dead and make them turn and run in fear. their blood stained his hands. eyes staring up at a face too broken to cry, glassy and lifeless. and the soul of the man shatters. but doesn’t die. it turns itself into a weapon. sharp edged and built on revenge. not justice… there would never be anything like - justice… not for this.

so he’d stumbled from the place he’d called home. carried both of their bodies in arms that bore the scars of war. hadn’t noticed the wounds to his own body until he’d fallen under the crushing weight of grief and exhaustion. only then, with the ebbing sun on his back and blood on the ground, with hell clipping at his heels and the world in chaos around him did that resolve find a reason to go on…

…a gentle hand pressed to his shoulder with care and worry. a stranger alive in the rubble. another innocent soul. the resolve hardens like steel. pulls like cables through his body and he finds the strength to stand.

this is a new battle. and he won’t allow anyone else to lose.

▻ CONNECTIONS

the RESOLUTE: his ex-wife and someone he still cares for deeply, they just couldn’t make marriage work when they couldn’t see eye to eye on how to raise their boys.

the IDEALIST: one of the people helping him run the Base group, he appreciates their vision of the future and wants to try to make it a reality.

the ACADEMIC: another of the individuals he looks to as a confidante, their practical knowledge is key to the success of the group.

the YOUNG GUN: after the loss of his sons, they look to the Young Gun as someone who needs to be protected, reminding him of his sons painfully so.

▻ PLOT POINTS

surviving the initial Hell Gate while in Trenton, New Jersey, the first stop he made afterwards was to check on his boys at their home a mile away. His two sons did not survive the initial demonic onslaught.

immediately following the revelation of his sons’ demises, he thrust himself into the role of leader, helping establish the security and small civilization at McGuire AFB.

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