“Don’t waste your time. It won’t open.“

“Don’t tell me I can’t bloody open it.” She said with a scoff as she continued to try and break down the door with the butt of her gun. After five or so minutes, however, she stopped and only huffed in frustration.” Fucking hell..”

“You have a fucking bet riding on this, don’t you?“

Prophet blinked at him, “A bet on what?”

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All but skidding across the finish line, the Russian stops herself with perhaps more force than is strictly necessary. The ground warps beneath her trainers,dirt and grass displaced by her movements, but this all means nothing to her. Raising herself onto an elbow, she examines her watch, pressing hard to lock in her time.

Rubbish. Pure rubbish. But, at heart, it was her rubbish.

Blowing loose strands of hair from her face, she looked up towards the sky, pausing only to realize that there had been something between her arm and the clouds. Bringing her head back down, she stared at Riley from across the field, studying him in silence. A pity her self-driven attempts to work out might give him a heart attack, knowing what he did about her physical work ethic.

Even so, after a few more moments of silence, she raised her free arm and waved at him from across the way.

🐶- If your muse was forced to get a pet, what would they get? ✌️-How often did they get into trouble as a kid?⭐️- What’s their favorite constellation in the night sky?🍼- Would your muse raise an abandoned orphan they found or opt to relocate them to an orphanage instead?

[Pets, probably a dog, cats make him sneeze and he worries about not being there to take care of something like a fish or a lizard. As for breed, something sweet and friendly, possibly energetic. A Lab or Golden Retriever, maybe a Pitbull despite the stigma against them.

Trouble, rarely ever. Jay was a good kid, kept good grades, played on the baseball team. Every so often there would be bullies that would start shit and when they came to blows Jay would defend himself and the way schools are that means he’s in trouble too.

Constellation... Virgo or Orion, maybe Sagittarius? Nothing I can really add here.

Raising an orphan. Jay would, assuming he could, raise the child as his own. Of course he’d go through all the legal stuff to adopt them, but that’s beside the point.]

And I know I've been closing myself off, unsure I know I've been real hard to reach, harder to love And I know it's tiring, this shit is getting old But please, just hold on to me I've slayed these demons, they're old to me Recurring dreams, this is happening Tearing my seams; lucid reality And I just want you to feel love  Before it disappears  'Cause we are more than we're not  So never fear to feel  Good when everything's lost  And find some beauty there  'Cause all we ever are is brave  And your world's not ending, ooh

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“It looks like you might be sabotaging the HumVee. Take it you’re making me ride in this one, yeah?” Tess rolled up her sleeves and walked over to stand next to Riley. Vehicles weren’t her area of expertise but if the Lieutenant told her what to do than she could probably be a little useful. She could fetch him tools if anything. “What are you trying to fix? Don’t we have people to do this kind of shit? Not that I don’t trust you or anything.” 

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“I always knew I would settle.”

Finger curling what little hair she allowed loose, she watched Riley through the mirror. A particularly cheeky grin spread across her lips, the prod more than enough to keep her entertained. Wasn’t such verbal sparring the heart of the phrase ‘like an old married couple?’ She certainly hoped it was, or else another turn of phrase had flown well over her head.

“I was thinking about our cover story, actually. Our... Love story, I suppose. We’ll have to throw something cohesive together if we’re going to sell this.”

She thought of Lara, and her smile widened. If nothing else, Julia hoped she could walk away from this op with some stories to entertain her friend, with something to mortify Riley for the rest of his days. Turning her chair round to look at the Lieutenant in full, she did her best to look coy, to assure them both that she could play a lovestruck wife just as readily as she could a long-suffering harridan. Te bat of her long eyelashes would hopefully help pull the effect together

“If you say ‘mail order bride,’ I will not hesitate to make this mission very difficult on you.”

Riley ought to be better than that, but she never does know how far he might take things. Folding her hands neatly in her lap, she carries on.

“I was thinking we say a friend introduced us -- someone we both know for real. Say that it’s John, or Gary... Unless you have some other idea?”

“Who the fuck does this guy think he is?” he turned to Riley, arm resting on the steering wheel.

It wasn’t often that Gaz got road rage. He was usually a calm, happy-go-lucky sort of guy. However, this asshole, in his blue Mercedes, that just had to pull into the parking spot that Gaz, was going to park in was absolutely pushing it.

“Are you bloody seeing this? I’m going to lose my shit.”

He agitatedly growled, pulling away from the parking spot. Gaz sat back in the seat, tapping his long fingers on the steering wheel.

“Look at all the other fucking spots he could’ve taken,” Gaz said. “I can’t even believe it. I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to punch at least one civilian, right?”

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the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. ( emotional ) intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched. sex.

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👑- How would your muse react if they suddenly found out that they were the long-lost heir to a rich kingdom?👒- If your muse were to take someone on a first date, where would they go and how would they behave?💥- if Your muse wakes up with complete amnesia, how would they react? How scared would they be? What caused it? 🍼- Would your muse raise an abandoned orphan they found or opt to relocate them to an orphanage instead?

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👑- How would your muse react if they suddenly found out that they were the long-lost heir to a rich kingdom?

Considering Julia is a staunch communist, with a desire for all to be equal and without class... With horror. She would not want that kind of power, and would be shamed by such a lineage. It’s the same way her great-grandmother Sonya was from noble stock, but Julia does her best to obscure that the Reznovs married into the Kiriev line post-revolution -- or at the very least, she tries to present the Kirievs as salt of the earth proletariats.

👒- If your muse were to take someone on a first date, where would they go and how would they behave?

Julia’s a big fan of going drinking and just getting to know someone. Pubs are especially good for this over bars, with better lighting and usually more people who aren’t getting sloppy. She’d prefer to get a booth with her date, get a few rounds going, and just pick their brain as the inebriation sets in. Plus there’s this one hole in the wall down from her work that serves the best crisps so she has to judge a person’s moral fiber on how they react to a basket of them.

💥- if Your muse wakes up with complete amnesia, how would they react? How scared would they be? What caused it? 

I mean... she’d be freaked, but also a blank slate. No fear of touch, of being mishandled, no venom, no games, no trauma. She’d be panicking, and completely out of it, but also so much more malleable, able to learn, starting from absolute 0. As for what caused it... Probably significant cranial injury during a mission or something.

🍼- Would your muse raise an abandoned orphan they found or opt to relocate them to an orphanage instead?

Relocate them -- after vetting whatever home she sends them to down to their bones. She knows how the system can fail children, and does not want this kid to be bounced around like a bad check like Julia herself was for much of her late teens. Just because her life does not allow for children or sharing her home right now doesn’t mean she can’t look out for the orphan in other ways.

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It’s hard to keep focus now that the adrenaline in her bloodstream has begun to fade.

Her pride had flinched when he had hauled her onto his shoulders with a strength that rivaled her own. The leather of his armour had been slick, first with rain and then with blood and so she’d grasped at him clumsily, her reddened fingers clinging on for purchase. 

Draped across him, it was so much easier to realise just how badly she was wounded. As soon as her body stopped supporting it’s own weight, it was as though the pain and exhaustion suddenly flooded the forefront of her thoughts, drowning out her pride and desperate need for independence. Left to her own devices, Lara would have bled out in that clearing, or more likely have been torn apart instead by a pack of predators following the irresistible scent of her blood. Now, she’s surviving, but only by endangering the life of a complete stranger who owes her very little. 

She tries to fight it. Knows that she needs to keep conscious. But even as the cold rain bombards her skin and drenches her to the core, she feels warm, her eyes heavy. The gash in her thigh burns with every movement, blood seeping through the clumsy gauze. She knows that she needs to seal it... but the desire to succumb to sleep feels too strong to ignore. 

“Lara...” 

She feels the fingers tapping at her cheek first, the world a black void in front of her still closed eyes. The hand is warm, oddly gentle despite the urgency in the voice that is now speaking her name above her. Another tap and she groans, rolling her head towards the source of the noise, her eyes cracking open barely. It feels as though it takes all the effort in the world. 

Riley. Suddenly the world shifts back into focus. Somehow the gruff bastard is still with her. Forcing her eyes open fully, she tries to lift her head, craning her neck at their surroundings. She’s lying on furs, only damp thanks to the overhead cover from the clumsy lean to roof above. They’re high up in the canopy, surrounding by the rustle of rain shook leaves. Her hands are shaky as she weakly tries to push her way upwards into a sitting position, her body impossibly heavy as she does so. 

She has no idea how the hell he got her here, but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t indebted to him for it all the same. She’s alive, even if it feels like barely and she has absolutely no idea where she is supposed to start in thanking him. 

“I feel like death.” It’s easier to avoid the issue, answering his dark humour with her own. She steadies her back against the tree trunk, swallowing down the pain the movement earns her. “There’s a medkit in the chest over there.” She nods her head, pointing feeling as though it’s too much effort. What she is indicating to is more like a poorly carved wooden crate than a chest, but she figures that he’ll get the hint. “There should be enough supplies to get this thing sealed. Some dry food, water...” She shrugs. “Take whatever you want. It’s the least I can... bloody offer you.” 

She feels sheepish in that moment, knowing deep down that she’s not going to be able to dress the wound and keep herself alive alone. It feels wrong to expect more from him, especially when she’s got so little to offer in return. 

“... I can’t repay you. Now at least. I’m sorry...” She bites her lip. “You’re risking your neck for nothing here.” 

concept: Ghost getting Julia a fitbit or some other fitness watch to ensure she’s training even when they’re apart. He’s not letting his student slack off just because she’s in London or he’s in the field. Sill, whenever he checks her progress, he’s quite pleased. She spends a few hours training around base, and even seems to get in some cardio in London. Ultimately, she seems to be doing well for herself.

Until the day Riley has to go talk to her on base, assumes she’s in the gym given timetables.... and finds everyone else cooing around Nikolai’s yappy little dog running laps around the area... Julia’s fitbit around its neck.

He then remembers she has a cat in London.

Julia is about to Suffer.

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“Well shit, three hours in and the lazy fucks still aren’t showin’ face.” Jack sighed in disappointment, rocking back on heels and away from the gun’s scope. He hissed, running his gloved hand across his tired eyes. Stake outs were always boring as hell, but his partner wasn’t exactly a conversationalist and so far their targets had shown themselves once in the past 12 hours. It was pretty mind numbing staring at the same shitty brick wall for hours on end, waiting for absolutely anything to happen. Shit, right now all they needed was visual confirmation that their target was actually inside the fucking building and then they could go in and finally breach the fucker. Hard, fast and just how Jack liked it.

Man, right now he’s just settle with shooting anything.

He looked over to his companion, rechecking his rifle for what felt like the thousandth time. Jack knew he was ex-SAS and all, but his fixation on it was close to obsessive. “Fuckin’ 141″, he thought, “everything just has to be perfect.”

It was a weird one, working in a joint Op with the 141. Usually Jack would have been holed up with someone else from SC, maybe driving Rags crazy or keeping Rand entertained with his healthy supply of hilarious anecdotes. As it was, the rest of his fire team was holed up elsewhere, waiting for their go ahead to roll in and extract the HVT. Since Pax and his team weren’t exactly Lieutenant Riley’s biggest fans, Ares had entrusted him with keeping the peace and had partnered him up with the 141′s bad tempered drill instructor. Jack didn’t mind all that much, truth be told. He was pretty sure Riley’s bark was worse than his bite and even so, their time on the 141′s base had built up an odd respect between the pair.

“Man, if we were back at base right now, I’d have already got at least downed a couple of beers.” He smiled, turning to Riley and hoping he took the bait and talked back. “Or in that sweet rec room you guys have got back at base, makes the SC rec room look like shit, I can tell you.” He laughed. “How about you, LT? Missing any exciting friday plans whilst you’re stuck up here watching paint dry with me?”

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There was very little within Shadow Company that escaped Rose’s notice. That was her job after all, to lead, to recruit, to monitor. With Shepherd managing two such different teams, Rose knew that he relied on her to keep a true handle on Shadow Company matters. Even if it wasn’t her responsibility, Rose would have had her finger in every pie regardless. It was just her nature, after all. 

Some issues were far more pressing than others, it was true. The death or serious injury of a soldier would always be a more urgent concern than petty misdemeanors or base gossip. Regardless, Rose didn’t miss the small items brought to her attention, even when much larger problems took precedence. She kept them at the back of her thoughts, forever observant, a mental note to assess the issue at a time when she finally had the time. 

Today, Lieutenant Riley had rejoined SC’s ranks after a prolonged absence recovering from a nasty gunshot wound to the leg. He’d been living within the 141′s infirmary during his recovery as with Shadow Company still establishing itself, the 141 had the much better medical facilities. As one of her founding members of Shadow Company, Rose had been insistent that he received the best medical care available. She’d entrusted that job to the 141′s chief medical officer Dr. McCoy. She didn’t particularly care for the woman on any kind of personal level, but professionally at least she had Rose’s respect. 

The only troubling news she’d heard was of the unlikely friendship that had begun between then pair during Riley’s recovery. She’d heard reports of them becoming closer, Riley’s usually icy temperament melting a little around the medic. It made for a troubling thought. Riley was a soldier that Rose relied upon to be distant and loyal, to be the man who would accomplish his goals no matter what. Bonds between SC and the 141 were something Rose wanted to avoid, but with Riley she’d expected better. A part of her wondered what magic the McCoy witch had worked on him when so many others had failed before her. It was worrying. Rose had relied on Riley to remove rivals and traitors before, usually on missions that were very much off the record. The thought of him developing a conflict of interests because Dr. McCoy had a penchant for bad boys was simply something she could not stomach. 

“Lieutenant...” The door to her office opened without a knock, Riley striding in with his usual arrogance, albeit this time with a slight limp. She knew that he hated it when she called him to her office, but as a soldier of higher rank Rose knew that he would never refuse her. Riley was a good soldier like that. 

“It’s excellent to see you in such good health. Forgive me for not preparing a ‘welcome home’ gift basket, but I’m sure you understand that I was busy juggling other priorities.” She smiles, her voice sarcastic, unable to stop herself from teasing the man a little. It’s how she gets her kicks these days, getting a rise out of men like Riley. She indicated to the chair opposite her desk with one hand, gesturing for him to sit down. “I called you here for your debrief, although you’ll formally meet with the General tomorrow. But before all that, I thought you and I should have a little catch up, chew the fat as it were.” She grins, all demure and innocent, although the tone of her voice betrayed her true suspicions. “How was your recovery? I hear that the 141 treated you wonderfully. A part of me wondered if you’d ever return to us.”  

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Three months of Metal team moving from shithole to shithole and her return to the 141′s base of operations felt like a return to the modern world. Running water, actual beds, food that was more than a reheated ration pack; Ash felt as though she was in heaven. 

Not that she’d waited to eat at the base, having already stuffed herself with every kind of junk food she could during their journey back to base. As soon as she’d reached her quarters, she’d headed straight for the showers, lingering under the warm water for as long as it took to wash away what felt like weeks of grime and dirt. One she was clean, she’d pulled on a plain grey track suit, her favourite with a fleece lining. It had been a present from Austin, bought because apparently he was sick of hearing her complain about the cold Scottish weather. Even when he was being generous, Grinch always found a way to be a hardass. 

Clean and warm, Ash’s next focus had been a stiff drink. She’d headed for the rec room on instinct; the 141 were always well stocked when it came to their liquor. She had no idea who exactly was pulling the strings in requisitions to keep them so well stocked, but Ash wasn’t exactly about to complain about it either. 

The rec room was quiet that evening, populated with small clusters of soldiers scattered between the different chairs and tables. A few of them noticed her and greeted her with a small nod, one that Ash happily returned as she dug around in the cupboards for a glass that was even remotely clean. On the counter sat a half empty bottle of scotch, adorned with a post-it that read “Hands off - Property of Toad”. Ash laughed, and pulled off the note, throwing it back onto the counter. She’d let Chris borrow some tools a few weeks before she’d left and he’d never bothered to return them. She figured she could take the scotch as interest at least. 

Over in the corner of the room, Riley cut a familiar figure, sitting alone at one of the tables with his own glass of whisky and some papers spread out in front of him. Ash smiled, grabbing the bottle and heading over to him. Riley was a man she considered a friend within the 141, even if the most they shared was sarcastic banter. Similar ages and similar temperaments, Ash had always thought that they understood each other in a way that meant Riley much easier to tolerate than a lot of the younger soldiers. 

“Shit, almost didn’t recognise you, LT.” She smirked, pulling up a seat beside him with precious little else as an introduction. “You been putting on some weight? I hear the cushy life of a 141 soldier is rough on the waistline.” 

She was joking of course, wiping the rim of her glass with her sleeve before pouring herself a generous measure of alcohol. If anything Riley looked in better shape than he had before she left. Then again acting as the 141′s drill sergeant, it was hard not to be. 

“So what did I miss around here?” She smirked, sipping at her drink. “Any new recruit drama? I’ve been stuck sparring with Metal for the past few months, some fresh meat would be a real breath of fresh air right about now.”