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yawnderu · 5 months

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Attention — Keegan P. Russ x Fem!OC

Using my queens @moosch's OC Nameless for a trade we made! Go check out her amazing drawing of K-9 as an OC and her art<3

Life works in mysterious ways. One day you're helping kill 500 enemies with your bare hands alongside your comrades, and the next one, you're cuddling up to a tiny brat rescued from no man's land 3 years ago.

Keegan's hold tightened on her, hand running gently up and down on her back as she returned the favor, a much smaller hand tracing lazy circles on his back while they laid next to each other. It was one of the few moments of peace they could get, both as touch starved as they come and with a need to keep someone close.

His mind was blank for once, void of all the gunfire and images of the devastating non-stop war, simply focusing on what another person's warmth felt for once. His lips lightly touched her forehead as his eyes closed, taking a deep breath and holding onto her like a lifeline, making sure not to hurt her. It doesn't take long for Keegan to fall asleep, relaxation taking over his body before he realizes it.

He wakes up to an empty bed, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the realization that Nameless is no longer by his side. He gets out of bed hesitantly, stomach rumbling as he makes his way to the kitchen. A small smirk tugs on his lips as he sees Nameless struggle to get something out of the cabinet, approaching her before anyone else does.

''Hey there, little one... need help with getting this from the top shelf?'' She tenses up when his warm, big hand makes contact with her head, hesitantly turning around to look up at him. All he can do is offer him a smile so kind and nice that instantly makes red flags go off in her head, though she gives him the benefit of the doubt.

Keegan grabs the box she was trying to get, holding it close to her before pulling it out of her reach when she tries to grab it. His smirk grows wider when he sees the expression on her face, a slight grimace mixed in with frustration at his annoying behavior. He only relents once he sees the frown on her face as she she's about to turn around and go tell Elias he's bothering her again.

''Wait.'' The bastard was clearly holding back his laughter at the fuming expression on her face, a few chuckles managing to escape out of his lips even when he was trying not to.

''Here.'' He offered her the box and this time— despite the temptation— didn't pull it away. He noticed the fishing rod hanging over her shoulder and the stare she gave him for a few seconds before grabbing the box. He simply nodded his head, starting to get ready himself, a rifle thrown over his shoulder. What kind of man would he be if he's not there to protect the young girl? Bullshit, he just enjoys being annoying.

He grabbed a book on the way out, knowing he'd just let her fish in peace while he's keeping watch, making sure no enemies sneak on them despite the area being relatively safe.

''Let's go.'' She follows after him, staying quiet the entire walk and simply looking everywhere around her. The area was surrounded by nature, enough to give them privacy and cover in case anything goes down. They make their way to a lake Nameless found on one of her many expeditions, Keegan sitting down near the shoreline as he watches her remove her shoes, soaking her feet in the water.

''A young girl walked to the witness stand.'' He began reading, her attention now on him as she tilted her head, looking at the book he was reading. To Kill A Mockingbird.

''As she raised her hand and swore that the evidence she gave would be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help her God, she seemed somehow fragile-looking,'' He looked at her with a small smirk, making her roll her eyes and a small chuckle to leave his lips as she got knees-deep into the water, trying to find fish she could miraculously catch with her hands.

''but when she sat facing us in the witness chair she became what she was, a thick-bodied girl accustomed to strenuous labor.'' There's a small smile on his face as he reads to her, voice deep and leveled to make it more pleasant.

''In Maycomb County, it was easy to tell when someone bathed regularly, as opposed to yearly—'' He's interrupted by water splashing, baby blue eyes looking up just to see her holding a big carp in her hands, a bright smile on her face as she looked at it as proud as one could be.

''Attagirl!'' He put the book away, leaning closer to ruffle her hair despite her silent protest, a smile on his face matching hers. Not even Keegan being annoying on purpose could ruin her happiness at catching the damn thing on accident.

''C'mon, I'll cook it. Think you can catch another one?'' Keegan's annoying smirk was all the motivation she needed to take the challenge.

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bibidibaddieboom · 4 months

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My cod OC for my ongoing work on ao3: Sgt. Bala (Bullet) from The Wandering Bullet.

His real name is Bautista Agustín Ezequiel Estrada. He joined the army in Argentina at 18 years old, decided to sign up for a well-known Squadron that had its eye on him for a while when tragedy struck his family at 21 years of age. He couldn't stay there anymore.

They were a tight group of soldiers operating a little bit outside the law dealing with the absolute worst kind of people; not the kind that threatened world-peace, but the ones that worked in the dark and targeted innocents. The less flags that were involved, the better.

His team soon became his family. Bautista trusted them with his life, but two of them wanted more than what they had and became the kind of people the team hunted. They grew wary of Bautista and the others, and set out to get rid of them.

The traitors set them up. Some of them survived, and the traffikers they were after captured them without anyone's knowledge. He was the only one to make it out of the hell that came after. Bautista never told anyone what was done to them.

Bautista ended up in Belize, where he managed to escape, even with the terrible condition he was in. A nameless man that refused to talk and attacked anyone who tried to get too close, found near the scene of an overtaken underground crime ring in the black of many international agencies caught the attention of one woman, Laswell.

She got in contact with Alejandro Vargas, and together they pulled some strings and ruffled some feathers to get Bautista, knowing something was amiss. When the Argentine confided in them some of what happened, they knew they had to act fast and made it official: Bautista Estrada was dead. Suddenly, Los Vaqueros had a new teammate, Sgt. Ignacio Alfonso "Bala" Rossi.

"God knows how much I miss you. In my dreams, the four of us make it."

The traitors are too powerful for him yet. But he's got very little to lose and all the time in the world.

He's loyal only to Alejandro and Rudy. Bautista feels indebeted to them for their help and support, and he knows he probably would have died if not for them. They're his only friends, and he'll follow them to hell if they so asked him to. That's not to say he's not a bit of a pain in the ass from time to time.

He's wary of people he doesn't know, which reflects in the cold and distant manner he treats Ghost and Soap, who started paying more attention to him than he liked.

Bala is a little bit like Ghost, though more of a hardass, but less likely to stab him if he gets on his nerves. Soap is innevitably curious about him from the first glance, and comes to see him in a new light. He sets out to break down some of his walls brick by brick, wanting to know the real person behind those goggles of his.

Ghost is more reserved, seeing Bala as a man better left alone, someone unreliable and shifty. They grow close as time goes on and Bala's past is revealed, so undeniably similar to Ghost's own that it binds them together, and each man's walls slowly begin to crumble.

Bala didn't think much of Soap or Ghost when they first met. Just more newcomers he needs to keep an eye on, so Bala is not too keen on being near them if it can be helped. His past left hard-learned lessons all over his skin, and keeping people away was a knee-jerk reaction at that point in his life. Fate had other plans, and the three found themselves becoming something Bala thought he would never have again.

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