#amir al-raisani

[mmorgan317]

Every time I hear “Feel It Still” it makes me want to write some Amir fanfic.

#braverforlife #the brave nbc #amir al raisani #fanfic

[diver5ion]

#the brave #jaz khan #joseph mcguire #amir al-raisani #adam dalton #i liked this show ;c #//

[horshoesandshakshuka]

Jazton Blurbs: Prompts #8, 15, 19

A/N: As requested by @allbe0418 about a million years ago, I’ve got some Jazton blurbs for y’all today below the cut! It’s from that prompt list I posted back in, like, January oops... Many apologies because I couldn’t come up with anything for 18 (angst is tough for me, my dudes), BUT I went for it on the others. They’re in chronological order, rather than numerical, so that’s why the numbering is out of whack. 

Also, I don’t actually ship Jazton (oops?), so I had trouble finding the inspo to write them romantically. Still, I hope this is in line with their characterization and their dynamic and that you enjoy! xo, christina

Characters: Jaz Khan and Adam Dalton (primarily), Joseph McGuire, Preach Carter, Amir Al-Raisani, Hussein Larijani 

Requested?: Yes/No

Total WC: 1385 (this got out of hand, but then again, my writing always does lol)

Requests: Open!

#19: Things You Said When We Were The Happiest We Ever Were (WC: 206)

[A/N: I tweaked the prompt a little... it’s more from Dalton’s POV rather than a mutual memory]

Between the missions, the wedding, the anniversaries, the kids and the little forever they had carved out together, Jaz and Adam had a lot of good moments over the years. But for Adam, there was always one moment that made his chest feel all gooey and warm. (Which is ironic, because in the moment, he was two milliseconds away from a bullet in his brain.)

They were thousands of miles from home, beneath an overpass in a kill box of a city, sabotaging an Iranian secret police convoy in order to rescue Jaz. Call Adam crazy for saying that was the happiest moment of his life, but when the doors of the truck swung open and revealed Jaz’s squirming and bloodied- but very much alive- form, it was only the adrenaline pumping through Adam’s veins that kept him from collapsing from relief and sobbing from happiness as McG performed a few basic first aid measures.

“I got you!” Adam assured her breathlessly as he and McG hoisted her out of the truck and transported her into the back of the van that Amir, Preach and Hussein had just arrived in. “I got you! You’re alright!”

Their girl- Adam’s girl- was alive and they were going home.

#15: Things You Said With Too Many Miles Between Us (WC: 452)

Jaz sat at the kitchen table alone, waiting for the kettle to steam and the water to boil. In the days following the mess in Tehran, Grandma Carter’s No-Fail Nap Time Tea had been essential to getting a good night’s sleep, especially since the guys were gone. Without them, home was eerily quiet and her only company was Patton and Xander, which was truly depressing. But, if all went to plan, they should return from Bogota soon enough.

Speak of the devil- the sat phone was vibrating on the communications desk, right next to the laptop that DIA sent their mission directives through. Jaz shot out of her seat and lunged for the phone. It had to be one of the guys checking in from Bogota. She hoped they had good news.

She pressed the phone to her ear. “Hello?”

“Jaz, hey.” Dalton’s voice came through the line, calm and collected. “It’s Dalton.”

“Hey, Top.” She smiled softly. “How was the mission?”

“Successful. How are things there?” He asked before she could ask for any more details, which Jaz was certain was intentional.

“Everything’s good.” She assured him. “I took Patton for a run and then hit the gym. I played some video games and beat my own high score for the hell of it. I was about to rack up when you called.”

“Oh-ho-ho,” He laughed. “Somebody’s getting cocky.”

Jaz smirked as she repeated the words she had said to Xander not too long ago. “Nobody beats me.”

“Maybe at video games, but just wait until we get back to the shooting range.” He teased lightly.

“We’ll see about that.” She chuckled. “How are the-?”

A muffled voice cut in that was too quiet for Jaz to discern to whom it belonged. “Top, stop pretending like you can’t hear me. You’re not that far away!”

“Who’s there?” Jaz asked curiously.

“Nobody,” Dalton responded immediately. “You were saying?”

“I was gonna ask how the team is doing.”

“It was a close shave, but everybody’s-” Before he could finish, Jaz heard a voice that sounded like McG’s arguing in the background: “Come on, Top! Tell Jazzy I said hi. I know she misses me!”

“Yeah, right, Joseph.” A second, sarcastic voice remarked. That must be Amir.

“What are you two, twelve?” A third voice, serene and deep, asked. Given the tone, the last voice was Preach for sure.

“Would you guys be quiet?” Dalton hissed, annoyance lacing his voice, before remembering Jaz was on the line. “Uh, sorry, Jaz. That was just the guys being... them.”

“It’s fine.” She said lightly before adding, “Hey, Top?”

“Yeah?”

She smirked. “Would you tell them I said hi?”

Dalton groaned, but Jaz could hear him smiling.

#8: Things You Said When You Were Crying (WC: 727)

[aka a continuation of That Fire Pit Scene from 1x11]

The boys had returned from Colombia earlier in the afternoon and Xander had cleared Jaz that morning, which called for the traditional team celebration- horseshoes, beers, and grilling.

Jaz was happy they were back; being alone on base felt wrong. She missed the smell of Amir’s cooking; the sound of Preach’s soft and affectionate tone that he used when talking to his girls; the thrill that shot up her spine when she would beat Top in their weekly Tuesday target practice competition at the range. Hell, she even missed the way McG teasingly called her Jazzy, which might have been a sign that the Apocalypse was imminent. Or maybe she just really wanted things back to normal. All she had while they were gone were video games, sessions with Xander and Patton, the couch-hogging, slobber-kissing Wonder Dog.

The evening was casual, the food was good, and the nighttime sky was chilly. After the others had gone to bed, Jaz and her CO sat in front of the fire, sharing a blanket, sipping beers and watching the fire flicker in front of them. Their conversation had ventured into uncharted waters-- to Top’s past, before Jaz had known him.  

“To do the things we do… you have to be able to tap into another part of yourself. But I don’t like that guy, that Adam Dalton.” He looked back at her, eyes shining with tears. “But he’s a part of me and he doesn’t go away.”

For a few moments, the only sound was the crackling of the flames in the fire pit. Jaz didn’t know what to do or say. Top wasn’t one to wear his heart on his sleeve, to bare his feelings to anyone; he liked to keep his emotions in check and his feelings close to his chest. He would argue that emotional control was a prerequisite to do his job.

That being said, people don’t typically share their innermost thoughts unless they want a response, so Jaz scooted closer to him and looped an arm around his shoulder in a show of support. She didn’t know if he was looking for more- and maybe, just maybe, she hoped that he was- but once that line was crossed, they couldn’t go back. She had to be sure and she just wasn’t yet, so she held herself back.

Dalton gripped his beer bottle in his hand tightly, like it was a stress ball. “In Tehran, after you were taken, I shot a civilian in the leg just because I wanted information. It was out of left field, but my body just did it, like it was the natural thing to do.”

“When I had the shot on Jarif, I felt the same thing.” She squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. “It’s reflexive. You use your best judgment in the moment, but the bond we have as a team causes us to do some crazy-looking shit.”

His bright blue eyes met her dark ones and she could’ve sworn she saw a glimmer of mirth there as he murmured, low and slow. “Sometimes we have to improvise.”

She nodded, one of the corners of her mouth turned up into a soft smile. “And sometimes we don’t sleep so well afterward, but we learn from it and we strive to do better.”

Dalton took a deep breath, wiped the tears away, reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. He offered her a small, tight, appreciative smile. “Thank you, Jaz- really. Another day of these thoughts rattling around in my head and I would’ve had to check myself in to see Xander.”

She laughed quietly at that. “While that’s always a good option to have, I’m always around to talk, too.”

“Noted.” He yawned and stretched his hands over his head, out of her embrace. “I’m beat. I’m gonna go rack up. You should probably do the same.”

“Wouldn’t want to mess with your beauty sleep schedule.” She teased with a smile.

“You know you wouldn’t.” He teased, scooped up their empty beer bottles and trudged off toward the bunks.

She was too lost in her thoughts to respond immediately, so he was already out of earshot when she replied, “Night, Top” to the inky Incirlik sky.

Jaz stayed up for a while after that, watching the flames of the fire slowly die off, wondering when things had become so complicated.  

#jazton #adam dalton #jaz khan #jaz x dalton #joseph mcguire #preach carter #amir al-raisani #hussein larijani #patton #the brave nbc #request #mine: blurbs #mike vogel #natacha karam #noah mills #demetrius grosse #hadi tabbal

[eggsaladstain]

the brave + cinnamon roll alignments

+bonus:

#nbc the brave #adam dalton #jaz khan #thebraveedit #the brave nbc #ezekiel carter #amir al-raisani #hannah rivera #patricia campbell #joseph mcguire #noah morgenthau #patton #edits #cinnamon roll meme

[kirstensmee]

The Brave family

Last night after re-watching episode 7 I realized that The Brave ground crew is like one big family.

Amir is the mom, cooking breakfast in the morning.

Preach is the dad, trying to steal food while mom is cooking.

Dalton is the elder brother who is up early along with mom and dad and works out with dad in the mornings.

While Jaz and McG are the younger siblings who get up late and only after they smell mom’s cooking.

#the brave #renewthebrave #the brave family #family #nbc the brave #amir al-raisani #ezekiel carter #preach #adam dalton #jaz khan #joseph mcguire #the brave nbc #team dalton #ground crew #special operations group 7 #group 7 #group 7 family #thebrave

[winifredwevansedits]

→ AMIRTON || Dalton x Amir || THE BRAVE || S01E02 vs S01E08 || Dalton’s nickname for Amir.

#thebraveedit #mike vogel #adam dalton #hadi tabbal #amir al-raisani #dalton x amir #the brave nbc #the brave #amirton #amirtonedit #there might be other instances of this #but for now #these two should do #ugh amir is such a puppy!!! <3 #and then dalton treating him as such... <333 #ugh! I'm dead #winifredwevansedits

[fireworkbutterfly-blog]

Just wanted to share a wonderful The Brave fanfic by Amelinasa, who may or may not have Tumblr. (Please let me know if you do!) Anyhow, here’s a link to his/her story called “Hold On”.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14857712/chapters/34397054

There are actually so many great stories there to sooth our aching hearts! :) Thank you to them all for writing!

#The Brave #NBC The Brave #adam dalton #jaz khan #ezekiel preach carter #joseph mcguire #amir al-raisani #Jalton #RedeployTheBrave

[sarcasmcloud]

Amir cooking shakshuka for the team - The Brave s01e07

#the brave #hadi tabbal #amir al-raisani #hands #cooking #he's pure #107 #one of the only things i loved in that episode #we need more domesticity

[stupid-jeans]

the madness game ch8 (Amir/McG)

Finally getting the real post up!

Over here at AO3

Summary/Notes: The team heads to Colombia. Amir has a lot of feelings. This chapter is safely PG.

Special thanks to TeamBC for the encouragement, support, etc. And to @undercoverwatermoon for the beta!

For a time, everything shifted. It was impossible for it not to. Jaz was still healing. The visual reminders of her torture were still evident, a reminder to all of them that they'd almost lost her. So things  got a little quieter, a little more somber, a little calmer. They were all a little more forgiving.

No one said a word, then, or even blinked at the fact that Amir was sleeping in Joseph’s room--in his bed--every night. It wasn't professional, but it felt necessary. Because McGuire was still processing, recovering, clearing out the rubble of the walls he'd constructed to keep himself safe. And Amir, well, now that they were safely home, he’d started to think too much. About losing Joseph, about his own wellbeing, about how terrifying this all was. But he felt better--safer--with Joseph in his arms.

“You're thinking too loud,” Joseph mumbled, his voice rough and low with sleep. It sent a lazy kind  of warmth through Amir that he was only just now getting used to.

“And here I thought you could sleep through anything,” he chuckled.

“Guess you’re the exception, huh?” Joseph asked, the familiar grin evident in his tone, even if Amir couldn’t feel it against his neck.

“If it’s a disruption, I’m happy to go back to my own bed…”

“You talk a big game, Raisani, but you love being here,” he said, his hand smoothing over Amir’s chest, warm and solid through the thin cotton.

“What gave you that impression?”

“You keep coming back,” Joseph whispered as his hand slid lower, over Amir’s stomach. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to this, being touched.

“You have a point,” he allowed.

“Kinda getting used to having you here. Even if you think too loud.”

“At least I don’t snore. It’s a wonder I can sleep at all.” The impact of his words was slightly lost at the quiver in his voice as Joseph fingered the hem of his shirt.

“Is this okay?” Joseph asked. “I just want to touch you.”

Until now, the other man had never asked to touch him anywhere that wasn’t already exposed. And Amir knew he could say no. But he didn’t want to.

“Yes.” He exhaled shakily and stroked up Joseph’s arm, trying to calm his racing heart.

“I love that I can do this to you…” Joseph’s fingers slid under his shirt, lightly stroking at the skin above the waistband of his sweats, and, as with everything else in this relationship so far, Amir was surprised. Because the heat was definitely there, but it was the instant calm and intimacy brought by the touch that sank into him.

“Can I tell you I love you yet?” The way he said it was so damn casual, Amir almost didn’t process what he’d said at all.

“What?”

“Because I can wait. Until we’re home. Or until...I don’t know, whenever you want. But I kinda wanted you to know.” The just in case went unspoken, but it hung there for a moment.

Romantically speaking, Amir had never told anyone he loved them. Those words were reserved for his family, for obligation and blood. Not for choice. Not for this. But he thought about Adam and Jaz and all the things that could’ve gone unsaid between them. He thought about his sister leaving the house for her first rehearsal and how he’d barely spared her a glance. And then he thought, again, of losing this man, the one who he truly adored waking up beside, even in a cramped, uncomfortable twin bed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, like it was a revelation to him, because it was.

It must’ve been a revelation to Joseph too, because the other man sat up and stared down at him, disbelieving. “What?”

“Are you that surprised?” he chuckled. “You’re persistent. You didn’t exactly give me a choice.”

Except he had chosen. Repeatedly.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to figure you out,” Joseph muttered with a boyish grin. “But dammit, I’m gonna keep trying.”

Amir reached for him, already missing the warmth, and when Joseph relented to kiss him, the hard press of his body was the only thing keeping him there. Grounded. Safe. Whole.

**

The flight to Colombia balanced things a little. Not completely, because they were still one person short, and her absence was heavy, but there was a mission to focus on. Work made them all feel a little closer to normal.

There were nine hours to fill, on the plane, and Amir spent a decent portion reading while Joseph dozed beside him, but their hands stayed linked between them, a gesture Amir wouldn’t have been comfortable with even two weeks ago. He thought about the plane back from Mexico, about how much everything had changed since then, about the dumb grin on Joseph’s face when he’d finally uttered the words. That alone had seemingly cleared whatever ghosts had been lingering under the surface, and Amir wished things could be that easy for him.

“It’s okay, you know,” McG mumbled beside him, and if this wasn’t such a regular occurrence by now, it might’ve startled him. “Doesn’t have to change anything.”

“What are you doing, on leave?” The question tumbled out, unbidden. It must’ve shocked Joseph too, because he sat up, any hint of weariness evaporating. “I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together, that’s all. Sleep in a bed that wasn’t built for one.”

“You sure? I mean, you don’t have to come out ot Montana or anything. We could go somewhere neutral. Anywhere, really.” Joseph’s thumb swept up the side of his own and the corner of Amir’s mouth tugged upward.

“My only request is for somewhere without any sand.”

“No? Cuz I really feel like my life is lacking in the sand department.”

“I’m relatively certain that if I never saw or felt another grain of sand for the rest of my life, I would be ecstatic,” Amir said, his grin widening at Joseph’s teasing smile.

“I think we can manage that.” Joseph leaned closer and, out of habit, Amir’s eyes darted to everyone else. No one was paying them any attention. “Kinda hoped we’d stay in the room most of the time anyway.”

The implication of privacy, the memory of Joseph against him in Tehran, made Amir a little dizzy.

“A little presumptuous, wouldn’t you say?” he murmured finally.

“Maybe if it wasn’t so obvious how bad you wanted it, too,” Joseph murmured, barely loud enough for Amir to hear, despite his proximity. It sent an instant shock of heat down his spine, his skin suddenly tingling where Joseph’s fingers rested. “I just want to kiss you for as long as I want without worrying about a mission. Or an audience.”

“Not just kissing,” Amir reminded him, Joseph’s confession from Iran replaying easily in his mind.

“Whatever you want,” Joseph vowed seriously, the easy flirting giving way to honesty. No matter how many times it happened, Amir always found it incredibly reassuring. For all of McG’s reputation, he’d never once pushed a single boundary. He’d never even tried.

“I know.”

“Can I kiss you now?” he asked, running his thumb from the back of Amir’s hand to his wrist.

Rather than responding, rather than double checking they weren’t being watched again, Amir closed the small gap between them and captured Joseph’s lips with his own. Just in case, he thought to himself.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away. It wouldn’t do to have any regrets. Any day could be the day, and he’d be damned if he let himself regret a single second.

**

Being on the ground, everything felt lighter. With the mission outlined, with the promise of action ahead, everyone got a little looser, fell a little more at ease.

Hannah’s appearance only cemented that, and Amir was all too happy to play along. Jealousy had never been something he entertained. Barring Paloma, who had been the exception, mostly because Amir had had no claim, no right. But now Joseph had told him, clearly, there would be nobody else, and Amir had no reason to believe otherwise. And it felt good to have the banter back, to amp each other up. Amir hadn’t realized how much he’d come to rely on the way this team did things. The last few weeks at home and been tough. Any of them would do it all over again in a heartbeat, no question, and Jaz had had it tougher than any of them by a longshot. But it felt good to get a little space, to have Top back in control, to have a purpose.

“Try not to shoot either of them,” Amir suggested, suiting up for his part of the mission.

“Try not to run them over,” McG countered, grinning and playfully bumping Amir’s shoulder. “Why they trust you with the heavy machinery, I’ll never understand.”

The mission just felt right. For the next twenty minutes. And then there was a hitch.

Just in case, he reminded himself. Amir breathed and he prayed. The time for levity was over. Time to buckle down.

**

Ten seconds was nothing. Their mission was impossible, and they all knew it. But they had to do something while Adam was on the plane. Sitting around, waiting for the bomb to go off, was just not an option. Doing nothing led to madness, and they’d only just recovered.

Amir took comfort, selfishly, in knowing that McGuire was here, within arm’s reach. If everything went sideways, they’d be okay. But the thought of what would happen after that--of going back to Turkey and telling Jaz they’d lost Adam--was unthinkable. Though their start had been rocky, Amir liked to think he and Jaz were close now. She was part of his family, and he hoped he was part of hers. They had to come home in one piece, all of them.

“Hey,” Joseph murmured, dragging Amir out of his head. “We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“Let’s run it again,” Preach declared. So they did.

**

The high surged in him the second he laid eyes on Top. Hearing his voice was one thing, but seeing him alive, unharmed, immediately assuaged the tension in Amir’s chest. They’d done it. Everyone was going home in one piece.

Catching McGuire’s easy grin from a few rows away, Amir knew he was feeling the same. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to get back, to do this all over again, with Jaz. To have the whole team back in action, one more time, before their deployment came to an end. It was only right.

As they deplaned with the rest of the passengers and flight crew, Hannah was waiting, a reminder of the anticipation of earlier, and Amir offered a smile. They’d succeeded because of her. Her hand found his shoulder and he considered, briefly, that maybe she’d actually choose him over McG. His gaze shifted to his boyfriend--that word was getting easier--and he could tell the other man knew exactly what he was thinking. And maybe his own lack of jealousy wasn’t quite mirrored by Joseph. No one had ever been jealous with him before. It made him feel strangely good.

“Something bothering you, McGuire?” Amir teased with a nudge as they made their way back across the tarmac to the hangar.

“She likes you,” he grumbled.

“She’s pretty. It’s too bad, really, that I’m already taken.”

“Yeah you are,” Joseph agreed, noticeably less grumpy.

Amir just chuckled and shook his head.

**

Being home felt just as good as he’d imagined it would. Jaz seemed to have settled in their absence, and she’d been cleared to join them again, which certainly didn’t hurt. With the last of the weight of Iran lifted from their shoulders, a bonfire was the only reasonable choice.

Amir couldn’t help but remember sitting out after the bombing, talking with Adam, still green. He’d wanted to throw in the towel. He’d almost walked away from this, from these people who he’d come to care for much deeper than he’d ever intended.

Jaz’s eyes found his, her brow furrowing only slightly in question. He smiled in return, reassuring. There was absolutely nothing wrong. Everything was perfect. They were all here and okay. They were smiling and laughing and playing really bad horseshoes. Exactly as it should be.

When Joseph slid into bed beside him later that night, smelling of fire and sand and sweat, Amir settled readily against him.

“So you’ve forgiven me for the Hannah thing then?” he couldn’t resist teasing a bit, heady from the evening, from the mission.

“I can’t help it if the girl has good taste,” Joseph murmured, already sleepy. “But I saw you first. You’re mine.”

The word spawned some totally unexpected warmth that started somewhere in Amir’s stomach and spread outward. He’d never belonged to anyone--to anywhere--before. At some point, he’d stopped looking. Sometimes, though, the things you needed had a funny way of finding you. Amir was starting to wonder if part of him hadn’t wanted to be found all along.

#amir al-raisani #joseph mcguire #the brave nbc #my fic

[kyrieanne]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I'm seriously considering watching The Brave. I'm not a big fan of military/action series, but your posts make it seem so interesting!

I’m gonna give you five reasons on the off chance it might sway you (or anyone else…)

1. THE WOMEN For a military show about elite soldiers - 3 of the main 8 characters are women - and 2 are women of color. More importantly, they’re really excellent characters who just happen to be women. 

stars-inthe-sky asked me if she should put the show on her to watch list and this was my first reason why - FURTHER - they do a good job with female guest characters too. The pilot is solid, but I really think the second episode of the show is when it finds a groove. In that episode, there’s a fantastic female guest star character. 

2. FOUND FAMILY - I’m such a sucker for that trope and this unit is very much a found family for these characters. 

Here’s who you’ve got:  

Patricia (deputy director, stateside):  the Mom everyone wishes they had, and that’s before you know she taught her entire sorority how to hustle the frat boys out of their poker money. 

Noah (analyst, stateside): the brother who is a little bit older than everyone else and still a little bit awkward…in an endearing way, also:  sweet and smart.

Hannah (field agent turned analyst, stateside):  the sister who could be the most popular girl in school, but that was boring so she tried out for the boy’s soccer team cause there wasn’t one for the girls, also:  a little bit haunted.  

Dalton (the team’s commanding officer, stationed in Turkey): the brother who everyone listens to, slightly broody, and everyone knows he will put you down if you mess with his family; also: when in doubt, blow it up. 

Preach (the team’s communications/tech guy, stationed in Turkey): the oldest, definitely the wisest, and absolutely the best of all of them (though he wouldn’t say that). Also:  the family Yenta. 

McG (the team’s medic, stationed in Turkey): Oh McG. Hot. Knows it. Loves his mom. Loves all women really. Snark-king. The brother who always leaves the toilet seat up and never fails to sincerely tell a woman she is beautiful simply because it’s true. Also:  terrible at lying, his cover name is Walter. 

Amir (the team’s ‘invisible man,’ stationed in Turkey):  newest brother so there is some hazing, but you quickly realize this is the brother you take to buy booze when you’re both underage cause he looks a little soft and sweet, but holy hell this guy can talk his way in and out of any situation; a little bit lot scary. Also:  man does he love his family. 

Jaz (the team’s sniper, stationed in Turkey): little sister who will show you up if you count her out, could beat any of her brothers and they are all damn proud of that fact, trouble within the family stresses her out cause they all mean so damn much to her. Also: snark-queen. 

3. STRATEGY - Listen, I could give two rips about military/action shows. What I like about this show is that so much of what makes them GOOD at their jobs is strategy. I like how in each new situation they manipulate and improvise to reach the goal. It’s badass. 

4. JAZ & DALTON - I’ll totally admit one of the reasons I love this show are these two. The show just finished it’s 1st season run of 13-episodes. There are definitely hints of their feelings for one another in those episodes, but it’s not a major plot by any means. SLOW BURN, BABY! That’s what I like. 

Seriously, look at the way he looks at her: 

And her at him: 

(Two fics I’ve written about these two: Talk to Me (one shot), and Her Guys (on-going multi-chapter) 

5. PATTON - the real star of the show. 

#nbc the brave #meldorameliflua #jaz kahn #adam dalton #patricia campbell #joseph mcguire #amir al-raisani #ezekiel carter #noah morgenthau #hannah rivera #stars inthe sky #the brave #the brave nbc

[winifredwevans]

When you go from casually watching The Brave to having it take over your life like...

#the brave #mike vogel #jazton #adam dalton #the brave nbc #jaz khan #joseph mcguire #preach carter #amir al-raisani #there's no going back for me #i'm too far gone #this show has taken over me #and i'm gonna be totally screwed IF youknowwhat happens

[mmorgan317]

New Fic!

Title: Day is Done

Summary: The sun is setting on the day of the beach bombing. This is my take on how it could have gone down. Amir-centric. Light Dalton Whump. Light Amir Whump

Day is Done

#the brave #amir al raisani #Adam dalton #new fanfic #Whump #angst

[diver5ion]

#the brave #thebraveedit #amir al-raisani #uhoh he's angry #hadi tabbal #//

[endlessdreamy2807]

Call for Twitter: Spread the word…

#Bravers …This is it,this is our time to go out with a bang,come join us on this mission to Advocate The Brave on Sunday & Monday 28th & 29th January. Top is geared up&waiting for you and so are we.

Read your briefing & RT if you’re coming on this mission to save #TheBrave #RenewTheBrave

#the brave #jalton #nbc #adam dalton #mike vogel #jaz khan #natacha karam #amir al-raisani #joseph mcguire #noah mills #season 1 #renew the brave

[eggsaladstain]

9 things Preach said + 4 things he didn’t

#thebraveedit #nbc the brave #the brave nbc #ezekiel carter #adam dalton #jaz khan #amir al-raisani #joseph mcguire #edits

[amir-al-raisani]

Prompt: @lydiasstilinki requested the thoughts of one or more of the guys after jaz’s capture.

Word Count: 536

POV: McGuire

“They have Jaz.”

McG hears the words leave Hossein’s mouth, and he hears them in his comm. He sees the Iranian soldiers rush across the lobby, he even distantly recognizes himself grabbing Amir’s arm and pulling the man out of the way of a hostile as the guy runs towards the lobby. And barely ten seconds ago he’d glanced over his shoulder by impulse to catch a glimpse of their girl when they’d heard her make contact, and he’d seen her struggling with the solider.

So why doesn’t it seem real? Ever since Hossein sounded the alarm that the Iranians knew, McG’s pulse has been pounding steadily in his ears. He’s been absolutely spiked on adrenaline (it made snapping that soldier’s neck easy, something he didn’t think twice about.) But now—now it’s all come to a stop. It’s almost as though his heart stops altogether. He makes eye contact with Amir for a fleeting moment; his teammate looks at him like he’s expecting some explanation from McG, some semblance of what to do now, because McGuire’s got more experience, because maybe he knows what they should do.

But McG doesn’t know. He doesn’t know.

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Now it’s just stress. Stress in Amir’s tensed shoulders, stress in the way that Top obsesses over the tape, in the way that he all of a sudden looks much older than he is. It’s all stress.

McGuire wants their girl back. He needs her home.

He and Amir study the map. They stare at it and they analyze it and memorize it like it’ll actually help them, as if it’ll somehow provide an answer. They try to work out possible routes, possible locations, like their analysts in D.C. aren’t doing the same thing, only ten times better. They do it because they have to do something—this isn’t Moscow, they can’t sit around and do nothing because they’ll go crazy. Absolutely nuts. This team has never liked the staying put and waiting; but this time, it’s different. It’s worse. Oh, it’s so much worse and McG has so much restlessness wound up in him that he feels like he’ll just explode if he can’t get it out.

He just—he can’t believe that it happened. He definitely knows it’s real now, but...before she was taken and before this all became their new reality, something like this? It seemed impossible. It was obviously always a risk, always a part of the job to know that if you go in, there’s a chance that you either don’t come out or you come out with the wrong people. But it could never happen to them, not again.

Not to McG’s team, his family. Never to his family.

And—and it’s Jaz here! Their fearless, bold, braver than anything sniper who’s sharp tongue could match her bullets in deadliness any day. It could never happen to her. But, somehow, impossibly, it has.

There’s not much talking, as they sit in that room and they wait and they wait, but there’s a lot said. Maybe not to each other, maybe not out loud, but they all seem to understand. They’re still a family, and even if it seems like all hell’s breaking loose, they’re going to get their girl back.

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