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gaycragula · 21 hours

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Hey may I ask for a part two of Refound Family only now that the kid is now joining the task force and that he passed all of the test like it was sliding on ice (easy and smooth) then one day they meet on a mission and the kido team and 141 decided to team up for that one mission because they had gotten the order to take down the same terrorist organisation.

Lead the Way, Private

Pairing: Task Force 141 x M!Reader (Platonic/Paternal) Part 2 of the Refound family short Warning(s): very vaguely hinted relationship with your sergeant, captain m!reader, military setting, hinted at minor character death like super duper vaguely, random callsigns for extra characters Extra Note: I've no clue how the military works so I apologize in advance Word Count: 1558 Masterlist

The weight of your gear had become a welcome feeling along with the feel of the wind on your face as you and your team were transported to a secondary hangar.

After you’d found your family, you’d decided to join the military. Your adoptive parents were hesitant at first, trying to get you to think about it. You’d told Price about your wishes and your parents' doubts.

The next time you’d spoken to them, they were supportive but still hesitant. You assume Price had a talk with them.

That had been 10 years ago. You’d gotten through boot camp without many difficulties despite being one of the older guys there. Most had been teenagers, fresh out of high school. There were only two or three other guys in their 20s like you.

You were in your 30s, sitting comfortably in the position of captain. You wore the medal with pride.

You’d been with your men for just over 9 years. Three of them as a sergeant and four as a lieutenant before you got your current position. Your men respected you. You’d been with them long enough to know what they were capable of and rarely ever pushed them past what they were able to do. They trusted and respected you.

There was only one person on your team who proved difficult. The newest soldier who joined just after you’d been promoted to captain. Torch was the name he’d made for himself. He seemed to find joy in testing the waters in how far he could push you. He didn’t succeed in getting far very often.

The helicopter landed and you were the first to land on the concrete of the hangar and you came face to face with another man.

It wasn’t new to be assigned a mission with another team. Especially taking down a big terrorist organization. So getting off the helicopters and finding yourself face to face with the captain of another team was not unusual. You expected it.

What you didn’t expect was the captain to be none other than John Price. He seemed just as surprised to see you before he was pulling you into a tight but brief hug with a laugh.

“Captain?” The word was echoed by two different people.

You turned to look at your Sergeant and Price turned to where Soap had just called for him.

“Yes Sergeant?” You hum, adjusting your vest momentarily as you step away from Price. You just barely miss the look Price gives you before he’s repeating your actions, walking towards Soap to see what he needed.

“You know him?” Your Sergeant asked. You nod with a smile.

“Long story. I’ll have to tell you about it later.”

“Better keep your word, sir,” the sergeant teases.

You let out a laugh, nudging the soldier playfully. “When have I not?”

You almost miss the look of disdain pass over one of the private’s face before they were turning away from you. You take a mental note before telling your men to grab their gear and head inside.

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“Sooo.. Captain?” Gaz whistles as you sit down across from him. “Moving up quick, kid.”

You roll your eyes with a low chuckle. “Gotta prove I’m not a little kid anymore,” you joke as you lean back in your chair.

Gaz laughs, shaking his head. The room began to fill up, your sergeant taking the seat to your left while Soap took the seat to your right. A quick debrief before you went out into the field. A much needed 30 minutes of information spewing on what the plan was.

You were reviewing with your men, making sure they had it drilled in their heads who they would be working with. The private gave you a look and you shot one back at him. “Is there an issue, Torch?” You ask. Your voice was louder than it needed to be and, even with the balaclava covering his face, you can tell you’ve embarrassed him.

“No sir,” he mumbles, eyes shifting to his boots. A huff leaves your mouth and you order your men on the carrier. They were quick to do so and you could hear your sergeant say something to the private.

You walked over to where Price was standing speaking to Ghost. Ghost nods to you in acknowledgement as you stop next to Price. He dismisses Ghost onto the carrier before turning to you.

“All set, Cap,” you hum. “Ready for takeoff.”

“Atta boy,” Price chuckles, ruffling your hair like he used to when you were a boy. “Let’s get goin’ then.”

He pats you on the back as you turn to join your men, taking the hand your sergeant offered you to hoist you into the carrier. The aircraft shook for a moment as it took off before it was speeding towards your drop off location.

–

Drop off was quick. Everyone grabbed their weapons and got out of the way so the carriers could take back off and leave you in silence.

The group waited for the sound of the carriers to fall off completely before beginning the 15 mile trek to your target. Price led the group while you brought up the rear. Leaves crunched under boots and you wondered for a moment why they decided to do this in the middle of autumn.

At the 10 mile mark, four men branched off. Two to the east and two to the west. The designated snipers. All four were your men. Your sergeant and your corporal went west. Your lieutenant and one of the privates went east.

“They good shots?” Ghost asks, falling in line next to you.

“Killer,” you nod, finding joy in the amused huff Ghost gave in reply. With the four branching off, that left yourself, all four of the 141, and two of your privates. “Trust them with my life.”

“Good to have that trust,” Ghost hums as he glances at the other three members of his team. “How long have you been with them?”

“Spent Three years as a sergeant with them. Four as a lieutenant and two so far as their captain,” you answer. “Been on the team for 9 years. With my men for 8.”

Ghost casts a sideways glance that you ignore. You didn’t feel like going into detail and he seemed to respect the silent wish as he didn’t press on the matter. “How are your parents?”

“Good. They’ve come to terms with my decision. We write to each other whenever we can,” you smile. Ghost hums and it seemed that was the end of the conversation. It was rare for you to talk to him for long. He’d rather give you encouraging pats on the back or be a shoulder to cry on than hold a conversation.

You never minded. When you were younger, it was rare for Ghost to be alone anyway. Soap was always around and talked enough for both of them. You’re sure it still rings true now.

The line came to a halt as the building you’d be sweeping peeked over a hill. “What’s it looking like down there, Kicker?” You ask over the radio.

Static before your lieutenant answered. “About fifty gathered to the east. Unloading materials from the looks of it. Lots of cars coming in and out.”

“Sergeant?”

“‘Bout fifteen keeping guard 30 yards from the back entrance, Cap,” your sergeant answers.

You thank both of them and nod to Price. “We go east,” you say.

“You sure?” Your private quips. You turned to the man, fighting the urge to snarl.

“Would you like to go west, Torch?” You ask. You manage to keep your voice steady. “If you would like to do so, please lead the way.”

You make a show of gesturing to the west, watching the soldier intently. The private didn’t say anything for a moment and you let out a huff. “Soap, come with,” you say before looking at Price who nodded. “We’re going west. Price, Gaz, and Ghost, roll out east.”

The private sputtered on whatever he was going to say next, choking out an apology. You huffed in response, nudging the soldier forward with a scowl. “Too late to back down, private. But we will be having a chat when we get back,” you hiss, gesturing for Soap to join yourself and both of your privates. You saw your other private hit Torch over the back of his head, cursing him out.

“Aye, Captain,” Soap nods, glaring at Torch as he moved to stand next to you.

You repeat the change of plans to the four snipers, waiting for acknowledgement before you start west.

“Quit starin’ boys,” Price chuckles, pulling Ghost’s and Gaz’s attention back to himself. “He’ll be fine. That private is in for one hell of a talking to.”

“Didn’t think he would’ve had it in him,” Gaz muses as the three of them head east. “Always was a soft spoken kid. Rare to get him riled up.”

“Can’t help but be proud of him can you?” Price chuckles.

Ghost let out a hum of agreement. You weren’t their little boy anymore. You aren’t the boy they pulled from that smoking rubble, who latched onto them, screaming and crying when you were adopted. You were a man now and you didn’t need the protection you needed all those years ago.

#cod #soap cod #gaz cod #price cod #ghost cod #male reader #x male reader #platonic/paternal relationship #not romantic #fluff #military setting #reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty

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snippetsnitch · 2 months

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Okay, but military whump. Military tropes in general. The POTENTIAL.

(❗️TW: Mentions of Torture, War, Oppression, Death – basically anything related to the shitty sides of militaries, power-abuse and warcrimes❗️)

Characters being captured by enemy forces and tortured for information until they either break or get rescued before they give out anything important.

(even better, if they don't have the information, but no one believes them 🥲)

Characters that are mistreated and abused in and by members of their own military. Maybe because they:

- do not agree with the way of their armed forces doing things (torturing enemies, repressing protests, committing warcrimes, etc.).

- have problems with authority and higher-ups that will be beaten and drilled out of them.

- are an outsider or part of a group that is strongly marginalised in the society the military forces are embedded in.

Characters being conditioned to never show any sign of pain, emotion or other 'weakness' to make them an effective and lethal fighter weapon.

Characters who are convinced pacifists being conscripts and suffering through grave emotional turmoil due to what is expected of them.

Dehumanising the enemy through language, propaganda and stereotypes.

Humanising the enemy by having to talk to one of them through a line of unfortunate circumstances (being imprisoned together, helping each other despite strict rules and surveillance, showing mercy on the battleground, etc.) or through anti-war-activism.

High-ranking characters that are dressed in ✨️fancy uniforms✨️

Power-dynamics and intrigues in the high ranks that have nothing to do with the cause and everything to do with elitism and gaining political influence.

Character A being higher-ranking than character B and using that power to bully them mercilessly (or to protect them, if you want it to be wholesome, though 😚).

Childhood friends being separated and seeing each other again on the battlefield – on opposite sides. :(

Old generals that have given up on the world, because they saw the cruelty and senselessnes of war vs. young, idealistic and possibly propaganda-brainwashed characters that see service in the military as the most honorable thing someone can do.

- breaking the view of those young idealists through the horrors of war.

- breaking the view of those old pessimists through good and selfless behaviour despite the horrors of war.

The "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" when characters are captured by enemy forces/caught spying and are taunted by their captors

(possibly combinated with forcing the captive to their knees)

(and grabbing their chin)

("Look at that, such a pretty face...")

(For the captive to defiantly spit in their captor's face or on their uniform)

(Only to be beaten violently)

(And to find themself with a boot on their chest/back/neck)

(You know what I'm getting at 👀).

Characters killing for the first time and breaking down completely.

Or characters killing for the first time and finding out that they enjoy it far more than they should.

Characters refusing to hurt/torture enemy characters, causing rank-internal drama and possibly putting the merciful character at great risk.

Veteran characters that struggle to find back into their "old life" after their service has ended.

Characters who grew up in a war-setting and know nothing but violence and danger.

etc.

There is just so much potential to explore your characters in depth, especially because it's such an extreme setting.

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whumpshaped · 2 months

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yk what I’m gonna share because I enjoy? Big guy whumpee getting too weak in captivity to fight back. He fights so hard in the beginning, but sleep deprivation, hypothermia, and starvation have started to take their tolls.

he’s shaking, the chains digging into his skin. he had promised himself he wouldn’t break, but if someone offered him warm food of any kind right then, he would have done any humiliating task to earn it. He’s fighting sleep, partially because he realizes that if he does sleep he might not wake, and that whenever he does sleep he gets shocked.

Just the image of a physically weaker whumper strolling in the cell of her near broken captive and fucking smirking.

content: military setting, captivity, torture, conditioning, starvation, dehydration, sleep deprivation, lady whumper, dehumanisation

It was delightful. That annoying, rowdy man, finally too weak to cuss at her... Curled up like a kid, trembling... It was intoxicating. Whumper could barely hold in a giggle.

"Wakey, wakey," she said in a sing-song voice, banging on the bars of the cell once with the sturdier end of her riding crop. "Feeling tired?"

Whumpee flinched violently, then curled up even tighter. It looked like he was about to cry. Oh, the poor, stupid baby. What a pathetic sight.

"If you don't answer me while I'm still outside, I might be tempted to go inside." Bang. "So get your shit together and sit up, you fucking pitiful excuse for an officer. Should I bark orders at you? Is that what you're used to? Up, lieutenant, up, up."

Whumpee put his two shaky hands against the concrete and pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning his back against the wall. Even that seemed like it put a strain on his body — good. Only good boys deserve adequate food and water, and poor lieutenant hadn't been a very good boy.

Not until now.

"Good job," she cooed, then immediately hit the bars again. "But fucking slow! Do you expect me to pat you on the back for that? At this rate, you're never gonna earn a single minute of sleep again! I work with dogs, lieutenant, I expect obedience and quick responses to my commands!"

"Fuck yourself," he ground out.

"Tempting, but I think I'd rather fuck you. Metaphorically speaking." She banged on the bars one more time. "I'm giving you one chance to earn some soup today, because you haven't been acting out lately. Of course, that's only because you're thoroughly exhausted — if you give me a reason to think this is the only state in which you can be kept compliant, I will keep you in this state for as long as your fucked up little body allows. Do we understand each other?"

Whumpee nodded, and Whumper hit the bars even harder than before.

"Do we fucking understand each other, lieutenant?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

this is one of my last drabbles here, please feel free to follow me on my new blog @sowhumpshaped

#asks #whump #whump drabble #military setting #captivity #torture #conditioning #starvation #dehydration #sleep deprivation #lady whumper #dehumanisation

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broncoburro · 1 year

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SAINT BERNARD ⚔️ - d’angelo oc pmv

Watch my man make several bad decisions.

Cringe is dead and everyone should make the oc music videos that are floating around in their head.

#original character #animatic #saint bernard #military setting #music video #KINDA ANYWAYS #oc: dangelo #world: forever gold #blood//#death//

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whumpacabra · 5 months

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The Wolf and the Hare

Completed | 58K+ Words (including Swansong Arc)

An AU set in my Freelancers Universe, diverging just before the canonical end of the Swansong Arc.

Harrison is ready for death, waiting for it with dogged patience. He isn’t ready to come face to face with who his torturer really is, and the circumstances surrounding their mutual misery.

Military setting, captivity, escape, on the run, medical treatment, assumed dead, deconditioning, identity crisis, fear for loved one's safety, angst (with a happy ending?), referenced torture and noncon

Close Quarters

Deserved

out out out

Unclean

Human Again

Clean

Starved

Waiting

Revert

Bad Dog

The Hand

Clever Devil

The Outside

Road Trip

Crazy Dan's

Inventory

Again

At Anchor

10/10 Interrogation, Five Stars

Verstaan

Strangers

Daymare

Reflection

And now?

Phone Home

Nightmare

Watchers

101

Soap

Jackrabbit

Walk

Listeners

Pressure Cooker

Countdown

Undeserved

Timebomb

Pull the Pin

Release

Allied

Record Scratch

Rewind

Slow Motion

Pause

Play

Reload

Save Point

Fastforward

#whump #oc whump #military setting #torture #escape #freelancers au #you have no idea how much I'm in love with this AU like *autism creature stare*#if you liked my wolf and harrison pieces from whumptober you'll want to read this ;]

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cakeinthevoid · 7 months

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Forget It

Whumptober No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.” —— (1, 2, 3)

Content: War time setting, Reluctant Caretaker, unnamed casualty, fever, unreliable (caretaker) POV, mentioned/implied near death experience

Not usually crazy about military scenarios but for some reason it's the only one that came to mind with these prompts! Enjoy :) In advance: Yes, Capn is the name of their Leader. If you've been on my blog you know 9/10 times I'm lazy with names lmao

Mags was getting real sick of their new captive. They hadn’t even wanted to pick her off the field. For starters, she was Rithkusen. Second, keeping prisoners of war alive was more effort than it was worth.

As proven by the fact that the girl they picked up was now running a high fever. Worse yet, Capn decided Mags had to treat it because their medic was tending to their own casualties. Mags was just getting a terrible coffee and Capn snagged them away before the old machine could finish its job. A terrible case of bad place bad time that Mags was becoming known for.

Speaking of bad place—the prisoner brig was disgusting. The girl wasn’t their only prisoner and Mags had to walk through a dozen other grimy cells to reach her room. Why Capn wanted her in the room, Mags didn’t know. Couldn’t be because she was on the younger side—there was another prisoner who looked her age down the dark hall.

“What are you waiting for? Can’t come up with a killer line for your entrance?” Speak of the devil.

Mags was standing in front of the room, key and med kit in one hand. Worst part was, the kid was right, in a way. Mags had no clue what to say to the girl.

Luckily the kid’s words solved the issue; Mags would say nothing at all. Nothing meaningful, anyway.

And so they didn’t even reply as they unlocked the heavy door and stepped in.

Mags squinted at the overly bright lights. Going from the dim and dank hall to glaring white walls was jarring enough. They shut the door behind them, and in a few blinks they could see the girl curled up on the slab jutting out of the wall.

She was still in Rithkusen frontline uniform; Deep maroons and browns, stained with varying shades of maroons and browns—blood and dirt. Mags always thought that was a silly uniform to have. Then again, their side of the fight wore white and green, which could stick out like a sore thumb at times.

Despite that, the Vanctan were winning, so Mags had no real reason to judge war time fashion. Especially when the war would be over soon. They were going to win.

Which is also why Mags saw no purpose to racking up POWs.

Mags approached the bed and set their kit at the foot of it. The girl hardly filled up half, shivering with the blanket over her head.

Mags took out a thermometer—it was one of the newer versions that just had to be held to the forehead for a reading. They came up to the head of the bed and pulled off the blanket so they could access the face.

They expected at least some resistance, but the girl just let out a whine and curled up tighter, scrunching her eyes.

Mags tried to do their job dispassionately, but the girl really was young. They weren’t an extremist, but sometimes they thought kids should be banned from the effort.

The girl was running a fever high enough to warrant those special pills, instead of the cheaper ones given out on the frontlines. Mags wanted to give her the cheap ones, but Capn clearly wanted the girl alive and it would be wise not to invoke his wrath.

They rummaged for the bottle and took out a single pill. How to make her take it was beyond them.

They tried taking her hand to put the pill between her fingers. The girl gripped their hand in return.

“Hey—“ Mags tried to pull back, but the hold was tight. “Let go and take the pill, girl.”

As if Mags needed more proof the girl was ill, she started spouting nonsense.

“Keal, Keal, Keal—I knew it, I was right! We can do it, I can prove it—“ she wheezed before devolving into a coughing fit. “The crater—exists,” she choked out.

Mags pulled back sharply and successfully. She had to report that. If the crater existed… Maybe Capn already knew—that’s why he kept the girl. But how did she know? Why wasn’t there more security around her? She was found dying on the field—she would have—should have died.

“K-Keal?” she coughed out.

“They don’t care about you,” Mags said, mostly to themself in realization. “They left you to die when you could have changed everything,” they said in a hollow voice.

“Keal—what are you t—turn off the lights, I can’t see—“

“I’m not Keal, girl.”

“Where is everyone? Keal, please…”

Mags needed to report. They also needed the girl to take the damn pill. Desperate times, desperate measure and all that…

Mags grabbed the girls hair with one hand—when her mouth opened in pain and shock, Mags popped in the pill and shut her jaw with their free hand.

Finally, the girl’s eyes shot open. They were wide with terror, but they weren’t seeing.

“Mm—“

“This is a pill. To help you. Swallow it now.”

She shook her head vigorously. At least she could hear.

“I’m not asking. You’re going to swallow or suffocate.” In a quick move, Mags changed their hold to pin her arms down with a knee and one hand, and keep her mouth shut and nose plugged with the other.

The girl twisted, but Mags was much stronger. It was hardly a fight.

“Take the blasted pill or die!”

Mags saw her swallow and let go. The girl took in a desperate breath of air before Mags took hold of her jaw again to inspect. The pill was swallowed. They weren’t sure that would actually work.

They let go for a final time and stepped back, picking up the first aid kit on their way out.

The girl was sobbing.

At least the war would be over soon.

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fixfoxnox · 12 days

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This is why I'm not the biggest fan of the Price is the dad of the 141 headcanons, because what people fail to understand is that the person on the leash is actually Price

#john “let me set off a nuke to help the war effort” Price #john “lets kidnap his wife and son” price #john “yeah i can sneak into this base alone” price #you don't understand Laswell still smokes because of him!#soap doesn't really do anything chaotic in the games #meanwhile Price every two seconds is doing something else insane and dragging gaz into it with him #ghost and soap: normal military mission #price and gaz: fighting for their fucking lives because Price decided they could take on a whole base of men by themselves #thoughts with luke #captain john price #call of duty #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #task force 141

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agent-gei · 1 month

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Their first date night.

i love to imagine that Charlie went out of her way to book the fancy ass restaurant with finest dining in NYC just for a "simple" date as Vaggie suggested.

and yes, Vaggie has a full sleeve tattoo by her right arm and showing off her toned limbs w that dress (thats another reason why our bi ass nepobaby looks flustered)

#i dont wanna stereotype shit but military women w tats are hot ok #another note vaggie also has set of angel wings tats on her back but heavily scarred to the point u barely see most of the ink #and the full sleeve one is filled with religious symbols as u can see w pieta #hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin vaggie #rainbowmoth #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel charlie #vaggie

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hussyknee · 5 months

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Tfw your favourite faux-leftist liberal shill turns against you. 🥲

#WE HAVE VOX #hahahahahhahahahha #you don't understand look at the Vox stories promoted on their twitter feed the last six weeks and now look at this #this fucking bootlicking shill turned against Biden #although now I'm thinking the Dems are setting him up to be fall guy #as though this is his circus instead of a bipartisan collusion with the military industrial complex #still it's a sure sign of the tide turning fast #ideally I want Vox bombed along with CNN but. Baby steps #Can't wait to see which dick-riding rag turns next #media manipulation #free Palestine #genocide Joe #fuck Joe biden #us politics

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whumpshaped · 2 months

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So this is super random but I noticed that you said it was ok to ask you for random niche scenarios so I have one that’s been rattling around my brain forever for some reason. So a young assassin/soldier gets accidentally teleported and they have no idea why or what’s going on and are pretty much terrified.

Turns out, it’s a millitary base or otherwise important fortified area. They bump into a morally grey character who’s also a fighter and from then on I have a range of scenarios from a more easy kiddo, I’m not going to hurt you all the way to who the hell are you, tell me what you’re planning before I pull out your fingernails.

content: magic whump, military setting (i know nothing about the military), guns, implied capture

One moment, Whumpee was cleaning the inside of the huge teleporter at base. The next, they were kneeling on some sort of tile floor they'd never seen before, nauseous and dizzy.

The teleporter. The teleporter had gone off. They had been teleported, and they had no idea where.

Whumpee looked around frantically, spotting the mark of the enemy on the big double doors not far from where they knelt. Their eyes widened and they swallowed nervously, trying to dislodge the lump in their throat. This was bad. This was so, so bad.

They had to get out.

They tried to push themself to their feet, but the aftereffects of the teleportation hadn't yet worn off. They stumbled and fell right back onto their knees, hitting them hard against the floor.

"Fuck," they groaned, pressing a hand to their temple. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, not now, get up, get it together..."

The doors at the end of the corridor flew open and an enemy soldier marched through, and Whumpee instantly knew they were doomed. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and even if there had been someplace to hide, they were too weak to even stand.

They were staring down the barrel of a gun before they could even squeak.

"Well," the stranger began slowly, not yet cocking the weapon, "what do we have here?"

this is one of my last drabbles here, please feel free to follow me on my new blog @sowhumpshaped

#asks #whump #whump drabble #magic whump #military setting #guns #implied capture

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earlgodwin · 8 months

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"He's spent the entire time being picked upon and bullied by the family. I think personally from where Juan stands he sees the hypocrisy in the family, how they can do one thing and say another. As far as Juan is concerned he's always had the best interests of the family at heart, however misguided that might be and doesn't quite comprehend why nobody understands that. Nobody seems to understand that what he does, he does for the betterment of the Borgia clan and never waivers from that. He does that in ways that perhaps aren't sanctioned by the church or sanctioned by family law."

#oh spill the tea!! he truly believed he was doing something right. an impulsive sad lonely dude who doesn't think through #he was bestowed a position he never gave a fuck about in the first place because being a soldier is NOT what he wanted #he just wanted his family's love and affection. a simple i love you would've gone a long way #the way he teases cesare about being a cardinal because that's the only way to get his attention it's just a little brother thingie #and yet cesare took it way too personal lol crazy to me how cesare was the one who slowly destroyed juan before killing him #like how he forced his hand to murder djem and then slowly sabotaging him by mocking him constantly then setting him up to die at forli #by not informing him that ludovico's army was coming for his neck like even from a military stand point cesare ruined the forli mission fr #because he decided to prioritize his own jealousy of juan; humiliating him and hoping him to die so he can take his position as a soldier #the hypocrisy part is sooo tea because cesare killed juan in cold blood telling him that they're borgias and they never forgive #5 mins later he's begging rodrigo to forgive him for killing juan like bro was just saying that to dying juan to destroy him mentally first #i'm screaming he singlehandedly caused juan's spiraling into darkness. how are you gonna fuck up your brother that hard helpppp ?!!?!?!#fucked up dysfunctional family that i love #david oakes #juan borgia #the borgias #theborgiasedit #perioddramaedit #televisiongifs #tvedit #by jen

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broncoburro · 1 year

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This is your station, baby

#original character #oc art #military setting #fantasy setting #I AM BAD AT TAGS #oc: dangelo #world: forever gold

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whumpacabra · 4 months

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20. 10/10 Interrogation

Angst, past trauma, past captivity, referenced military setting, referenced torture, referenced murder, fictional politics

AU Masterpost / Previous / Next

“Sargent Harrison Gomez. Translator and technician for TF-42, deployed from Carson City, Nevada Tuesday June 3rd, 2003.” The words were practically a script, slurred between bloodied teeth between screams from broken bones. A prayer, a litany against surrender. But he wasn’t there anymore - there was no surrender to fear here. Wherever here was. Harrison paused as the Deputy scribbled down the information in his notebook. “Can I ask a - a dumb question?”

“Sure.” Thomas looked up, still parsing the words he had transcribed.

“Where - where am I? Where’s - I know this is Cedar Creek or - or something - but…”

“You’re in Cedar Hills, Idaho. Southwest corner of the state - just north of the Nevada line.” His eyes scanned over his notepad, brow furrowed. Harrison interrupted whatever thoughts were churning behind those dark eyes.

“Okay - okay. Okay. Dumb question number - number two - what’s today date?”

“February 29th, 2004. Leap year and all.”

8 months.

He had spent the last 8 months buried beneath the same soil he was sworn to protect. He had spent the last 8 months bleeding and starving and bearing witness to horrific human rights abuses on that soil.

8 months.

It felt longer - it felt wrong that years, or decades hadn’t passed. It felt wrong that more than a few days or weeks had been lost to pain and fear and grief. Had they been declared MIA? KIA? He was supposed to see his mother for Christmas that year - his niece Mel was so excited to show grandma her new knitting skills.

8 months.

He missed the new Lord of the Rings movie.

He wanted to laugh and cry and scream.

“Okay.” Harrison nodded, voice flat and expression blank. Laughing and crying and screaming didn’t help in the bunker, and it wouldn’t help now. He was lucky this small town cop hadn’t shot him on sight - a haggard, blood covered man of color half hysterical with panic and dehydration.

“You don’t seem okay with that…are you sure you’re - ”

“No, but it won’t change time and space if I was.” Harrison shrugged, shaking his head as if it would help clear the desire to scream until his lungs gave out. “Sorry, just - just wanted to get myself oriented. What were you going to ask next?”

“Sure, sure…” Thomas wasn’t convinced but the suspicion in his eyes was drowned by gentle curiosity. “You’re Sargent Harrison Gomez, and he is..?” The deputy nodded his head toward the door they had taken Wolf through.

“Wolf.” Harrison swallowed the half formed sentences on his tongue. He tortured me, my squadmates - killed my CO with a rabid dog and made us watch. He was tortured in ways I can’t imagine surviving. He got thrown into the same dark hole as me when we were left for dead. He got us out of the Box. He saved me from a fate worse than death. He took a bullet for me. I hate him and I can’t at the same time. “Just - I only know him as the Wolf.”

“He’s not one of your squadmates?” It was an honest question, Thomas’ brow pinched in thought. Harrison strangled the flare of offense in his gut - how dare he put the Wolf on the same level of comradeship as Elias and Merrick and Orson and Thatch and Clement -

“No. No, he - he was just in the shithole as us.” They had been there for 8 months. How long had the Wolf been down there? Was his real name on one of the dog tags weighing heavy in Harrison’s pocket?

“Oh. You two seemed…well acquainted.”

“Between getting shot at together and talking to him for however long to keep him awake until…until he stopped talking…well, we aren’t friends, but he’s not some random stranger.”

It was odd to consider. He knew more about his torturer than he knew about Thomas, or Dan, or Merrill. (Not that he knew much.)

“Is there anything identifying you know about him? Outside of his name, of course.”

“German. I think he’s German - he - he spoke German when he was…scared.” Harrison swallowed thickly, forcing down the memory of the Box and the Dark and the smell as the Wolf begged him not to touch him. “His Arabic is good. Accent was always just a little off - makes more sense after hearing him in his mother tongue.”

“Why was he speaking in Arabic?” Harrison opened his mouth, and then closed it. Thomas’ body language shifted, a tension gathering in his jaw. “Son, we won’t hurt you boys, but if you know something that could save lives - ”

“They weren’t terrorists.” Harrison bit the inside of his cheek, swallowing back the spark of anger in his chest. He thought they had been. He thought for so long he was under a different continent’s sand. “They were American.”

“Are you sure?”

“I - I’m not crazy.”

“Didn’t say you were.”

“Don’t.” Harrison felt a cruel laugh bubble in his throat. “Don’t you fucking dare - I’ve spent the last fucking 8 months thinking I was watching terrorists torture and - and murder my squadmates only to crawl out and find I’m not a day’s travel from home.” The laugh hiccuped into a sob. “If they’re terrorists and - and they somehow got set up out here then this damn country is fucked. They’ve got enough men and firepower there to wipe out this town overnight.”

“You’ve been through a lot.” What a polite way to call him insane. But he didn’t have the energy to flinch away from Thomas’ gentle, steady hand as he rubbed Harrison’s shoulder. “How about we talk once you’ve rested up a bit? I’ll…keep an eye out for anything suspicious.”

“The hard drive…” His voice was hoarse, throat strangling his words. “The - there’s a duffel in the truck. We grabbed anything we could - I, there’s a hard drive.” Thomas’ eyes flicked away, guilt in his voice.

“We don’t have any computers in town. County library has a few…”

Of course this hick town wouldn’t have a single computer between them. Harrison’s sobs turned to gasping sighs.

“I’m sorry. I’m - I’m not lying. I wish - maybe - 8 fucking months.”

He was too tired to cry anymore today.

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(An AU of my Freelancers series)

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