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cumikering · 2 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 9 (end)

1.7k | fluff Well, yes, but if a wolf runs around unattended, they’re going to call animal control (part 1)

Keegan made good on his promise that he’d clean up after himself.

With the way he loved to cuddle you as a wolf, even the biggest lint rollers wouldn’t suffice so he compensated by vacuuming your place every day. But not without giving Raider the side eye, because of course he had to help out. Some of the fluff was his too after all.

You really spoilt him, didn’t you? The K9 only watched his handler as he panted among the avalanche of chew toys you got him (his favourite was still the phone one though), and wouldn’t even clean his own dog bed with the lint roller.

Keegan took a two-week leave to take care of Raider who was anticipated to take a few months to recover before he could get back in the field. Fortunately, he was healing fast, already standing the week after and moving about.

Keegan decided to crash at your place meanwhile. ‘It’s closer to the vet hospital,’ he reasoned, but he knew you knew it was more than that. You said you didn’t mind as long as he kept the floof in check.

It felt natural to be around you like this. Driving you to and from work, cooking dinner with you, watching the TV after. It was hard to believe he lived so long without this, believing he was perfectly happy too.

And to think this all started with his curse.

His wolf had never been happier too, being in your space. Head empty, no thoughts, just his peanut as he drifted off to sleep.

You said it was strange the first few times he spooned you in bed as a wolf and suddenly shifted back when he lost his consciousness to sleep. The floof disappeared in a split second, replaced by his heavy arm around your waist which startled you.

Even that he was hesitant at first, he was pleasantly surprised with how welcoming you were to his peculiarity. Like when he approached you with hot cheeks a few days into staying at yours.

“Peanut,” he said in a small voice, eyes not meeting yours. “Would it be okay, if maybe, you can play tug of war with me?”

Your brow rose.

“I mean, it’s totally fine if not! It’s just I need exercise and Raider can’t play yet,” he rambled.

“Of course! We can play fetch too if you want.”

His eyes brightened, thinking of that time when his first instinct was to run after the toy you threw for Raider. “Oh, I’ve never tried that before, but that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“We can have a run at the park too, so we don’t have to go on a hike. If you’ve got an owner, no one’s going to call animal control on you.”

He tilted his head. “I am not going to be leashed.”

“But can you imagine how big of a tranquiliser dart they’re going to use on your wolf otherwise?” You stifled a laugh. “Probably as big as my forearm.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. You knew he wasn’t a fan on needles. “We’ll go hiking when Raider’s better.”

Your laugh always made him happy, like when he pulled the rope toy too hard on purpose to wrestle you on the floor. You never won against the giant wolf no matter how much you tried, and he was glad of it because he loved nuzzling you from above, your giggles filling the room.

He sent his mum pictures of the both of you, some of your cooking too, always thrilled at every opportunity to say you were his. He was to visit her with you when Raider got better, but meanwhile video calls would have to do.

“Aw, look at the both of you! Aren’t you adorable, sweetie?” his mum cooed, the phone a little too close to her face.

“She’s a cheek pincher,” Keegan said. “Here, I’ll do it on her behalf.” He reached over to pinch you lightly.

Mrs. Russ laughed. “I hope you’re feeding him well. He eats like he’s still growing, but can barely cook. Make sure he does the dishes at least!”

You let out a chuckle.

“She does! She makes the best PB sandwiches.” It was true - they were better than his and he didn’t understand why. “When we visit, she’ll make you some.”

His mum was not a werewolf nor was she a fan of PB, but he firmly believed the love for it would transcend all.

Before Ghosts’ next mission, he took you out to meet his teammates for dinner. You were a little bashful from all the attention you got when they tried to get to know you. Especially from Ajax and Kick, who were mostly baffled by how you could spare “the creepy, frowning guy” a second glance.

“I can get you an angel shot,” Ajax said.

“Blink three times if you need help,” Kick whispered.

Regardless the teasing, Keegan grinned at the fact he got to call you his peanut.

However, the closer it was to the 7th full moon, Keegan grew restless, but not because of his urges. With how well and fast you fit into his life, he couldn’t even remember what it was like without you. He was terrified he bond wasn’t going to work and he’d lose everything again.

He didn’t doubt your feelings, even that he had to admit he felt clingy sometimes, wanting you to tell him how much you felt towards him. He was glad you never complained, but was kind regarding his needs, taking care of him.

The night of the full moon, he took you out on a date, somewhere special with a live cello player. At your door, he presented a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He made sure it was bigger than the one Blake sent and that the card didn’t fall off (not like you needed it since he brought it over personally). A little petty, he had to admit, but he had to show you he was cooler than your uni friend and could survive far more than a few punches.

You dressed up, your hair done, smelling wonderful and he couldn’t keep his hands off you. His peanut. Fuck, he still couldn’t believe you were his. Under the clothed table, he squeezed your knee.

The hours rolled past as you enjoyed the haunting performance, his arm along the back of your seat while your hand rested on his thigh. He started bouncing his leg, something he almost never did.

“It’s going to work.” You squeezed his thigh.

“I’m not worried,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes fixated on the cello player.

“You won’t be a wolf. We’ll visit your mum and have her cooking, and you’ll show me your band poster collection, okay?”

He gave you a crooked smile, hand gripping yours.

Outside, the moon beamed bright against the cloudless sky. Fresh out of the shower, you sat in bed next to him, his chest bare, soft from the hot water, lower half under the comforter. The bedside lamp shed enough light to illuminate the way your lips pulled into a thin line. His arms wrapped around you and you let out a shaky breath against him.

“You can tell me to stop any time, and… Just in case.” He reached for his blade on the nightstand, handing it to you. “I love you, okay?”

You nodded and he peeled off the comforter that covered him before shifting. You bared your neck to his wolf, brows furrowed as your eyes closed.

He whimpered, nuzzling your neck. I love you, peanut.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you mumbled.

He puffed out steady breath before positioning his fangs on your neck, feeling you shudder under him. You gripped his mane, yelping when he sank into you. Your blood was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and with your addicting scent filling him, it was too easy to stay put, but he shifted back immediately.

“You did good, peanut.” He kissed the corner of your eyes where tears had pricked. “Now we wait.”

In the dead of night, he jerked awake, breathing heavily. With the movement, you woke too.

“You okay?” You rubbed his chest, fingers ever comforting through the fuzz.

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “Yeah, I think. Did you have a dream?”

“We were in the woods, at full moon.”

He held his breath as his heart raced.

“Your wolf and I were walking to the cabin in the distance. I was barefoot-“

“In a white dress,” he said under his breath.

You nodded, beaming.

“It worked.” He chuckled in disbelief, gripping your shoulders. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Your arms wrapped around him. “We’re mates now, Keegan. For life.”

Months later, Raider fully recovered and was back in the field with his handler. You and Keegan got a new place between your old places, somewhere without carpeted floors because he’d grown sick of the vacuuming. Life slipped into a rhythm.

He took you to his home and greeted his mum with a kiss on the cheek. You said her lasagna was as great as he always hyped it up to be. Much to his chagrin, she was swift, and vey excited, to show you his childhood photos. He groaned. The memory of him rocking a bowl cut for the entirety of primary school was humiliating, but with a giggle, you reassured he looked cute with his signature icy stare. He didn’t believe you.

Keegan carried your luggage up the stairs with Raider padding behind, nails clicking against floor. His mum never changed a thing in his bedroom since he left, his emo band posters still almost lined the entirety of the walls. He stared at the one behind the door and contemplated if you’d like him in one of those haircuts. There would be more to pat after all (and it surely wouldn’t be as hideous as a damn bowl cut).

At bedtime, in his cramped bed, you huddled facing each other.

“I guess we should have stayed at a hotel after all.”

He shrugged. “You know, if we were both wolves, we would fit perfectly fine here.”

You smiled, tracing your neck where his bite marks had faded. “Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.”

Thank you so much everyone for reading my silly doggo story! I had mad fun writing this and I'm glad you stuck around until the end :D take care x

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loadedberetta · 7 months

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may or may not been staring at a wall for an hour with head full of Laswell thoughts (some nsfw under the cut)

I headcanon her to have married her highschool sweetheart; they both used to be rivaling track stars on their team who just violently fell in love I'm frothing at the mouthhhh

no matter how much in the city they live, they have friends in the suburbs and she attends farmers' markets regularly

she's the type of person to give out expensive candy on Halloween if she's home/her home can be trick-or-treated

her love language is physical touch and acts of service you CANNOt convince me she's not a cuddler in bed (even in the summer, she tolerates hot weather well)

she always flirted with the idea of becoming a k9 trainer. they have two extremely well-trained German shepherds; she trained the dogs herself mostly to feel safe when she's away from home and her wife's home alone.

she has a fascination with cocktails for some reason. can and will try out if a friend has a small mixing station at their house in like the basement or something; she can't have one at home, maybe it's her wife maybe it's the safety hazards and the practicality of their apartment.

her and her wife got married way before it was legal in the US, and had a small ceremony again around 2010.

she's SO SKilled with her tongue it's unreal. best head in the world. heavy top energy.

she's a gentle lover with a need to dominate. not often she submits, but has control even in the instances when she does.

#berettalks #I'm under a spell bunny-extract rbd me????? helloo????#cod mw fanfiction #cod fanfic #cod mw ii #kate laswell #kate laswell cod #laswell cod #laswell mw2 #call of duty laswell

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wildmtthyme · 1 month

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Chapter 3: Price's Right

Warnings: Slight body insecurities?

Chapter Note: Phone screenshot is of Indie's phone (trying to find the right generator to use).

Chapter Characters: Morgan "Indiana" Turner, John "Bravo 6" Price, Sam (OC K9)

Story Synopsis: Ghost and Indiana have been best mates for years, partners on and off the field. And she's loved him for just as long. But she's never let on that she's felt anything more than friendly towards him. That all starts to change when Simon starts seeing someone for longer than a single night. Indie decides she's going to try and get over this annoying crush once and for all. Simon realizes that maybe he's been feeling more for his partner than he thought. Maybe a lot more. Partners to lovers with a sprinkling of smut, some fun and humor, a team that won't leave them alone, and a car that seems to weave it all together.

Morgan tried. She really tried not to let the whole ‘Stacy Situation’ get to her. The few more times Simon had brought the woman around the team, she’d been nice to her because, after all, absolutely none of her own personal issues were her fault at all. Stacy was an innocent bystander in all of this. Hell- Morgan felt like an innocent bystander most of the time when it came to her damned feelings over Simon. No matter how hard she tried… it felt like she just couldn’t get him out of her head. And while it used to be a kind of pathetic pining feeling… now… more often than not, she just felt… sad. Because now… there it was, right there in her face, the walking, talking, embodiment of who she’d never be. What she’d never have.

Stacy was gorgeous. Curves in all the ‘right’ places, boobs that actually required a bra, the whole package. Simon’s typical fare. She had long brown hair streaked with lighter toned highlights that the woman either had naturally or would curl into these long loose spirals. Again, gorgeous – credit where credit was due. And again, it didn’t necessarily make her feel envious in the sense that it made her mad or anything. It just made Morgan feel… sad. And she became more determined than ever to finally get Simon out of her head once and for all- to get over him. Because this shit sucked. On a massive scale.

She gave herself a firm nod one morning over her coffee, a hand aimlessly scratching at Sam’s head right behind his ear while the shepherd leaned against her hip. She blinked and cocked a brow down at her phone, which was hooked to the charger on the counter as it dinged at her. It was a Saturday and luckily, that meant no having to go to work. She really hoped this wasn’t Johnny trying to get everyone together, again… so he could bombard Stacy with a million questions about her and Simon’s relationship so he and Gaz could shoot texts back and forth under the table like those muppets who judged everyone in the theater. She plucked the phone and blinked at it a few times.

Price smirked at the phone and tucked it into his back pocket before he slammed the tailgate shut on his old truck, his eyes flowing over the gear he’d already loaded up. He mentally checked off everything they’d need. Rods, check. Tacklebox, check. Ice chest, check. Picnic basket, check. He gave a firm nod and trotted back upstairs to his second story flat, grabbing his coat and boonie, locking up and heading back down to hop in his truck, tossing both behind him in the extended part of the cab. He’d been trying to play buffer for weeks now between Simon and Indie. At first… it was because he clocked what he was certain had been there for a while and something he had been kicking himself for not noticing sooner. Indie’s crush on Simon. Then again, she was damned good at hiding it. So good that it was painfully obvious that no one else knew, especially Simon. But, at first, he had wanted to stop any sort of rift in his team. They all needed to work together flawlessly, their lives and the success of their missions depended on it. But… the more time he spent with Indie… the more he realized that she was actually… a really nice person. She was kind. And that was a rare trait, never mind their line of work. And she was actually… hilarious. In truth, he didn’t know why her and Simon hadn’t gotten together already- they’d been best mates for years. He turned out onto the street and rolled his window down, letting in the crisp nearly Spring air. A nice, relaxing Saturday, fishing was just what the doctor ordered.

“This was a wonderful idea.” Morgan deadpanned as they stood under the tree by the banks of the brown water river, the sky opening up above them. She was soaking wet… poor Sam had already tried to shake his coat out at least three times, sending dog-scented water cascade out over both Price and herself. This tree had been the closest shelter that promised any sort of relief from the deluge.

Price chuckled, offering up a shrug as he wrung his boonie out. “At least we caught some fish before the rain started.” He looked over at her, she looked like a drowned rat and he couldn’t help but chuckle again at her appearance. She glared at him and he shook his head at her antics. “Ah, we’ve been through worse.”

“True enough, doesn’t make this pleasant.” She eyed the Captain with a suspicious eye. This impromptu fishing trip was… strange, to say the least. But it was like the culmination of the past few weeks of his… sudden attention. She didn’t get the vibe that he was coming onto her or anything like that, thank all that had ever been holy. Just… she couldn’t put her finger on it. Maybe he was lonely? Hell, she knew that feeling. She stuffed her hands into her pockets. “Alright, Cap. What’s eatin’ ya.” When he raised his brows at her, she gestured with her shoulder at their surroundings. “You got me out here in the middle of god’s nowhere… something’s gotta be on your mind.”

Price smirked at her. There was that kindness. Here he was, doing this for her… and she thought he needed something from her. He shrugged slightly, tugging his hat back on. “Just thought you could use the company.” She quirked a brow at him, her blonde hair disheveled from the way she’d brushed it back without thought. “Can’t be easy… seein’ Simon with his girlfriend every weekend. Thought… maybe you could use a break. If we’re out here, Soap can’t rope us into visitin’ the pub.” The moment Simon’s name left his mouth, he saw her shoulders tense.

Morgan blinked only once and gave a shrug. “Doesn’t bother me.” She watched Price give her a look. She muttered under her breath, sighing after before shaking her head. “Damn you and your… supernatural… perceptive… you’re a freak of nature, you know that?”

Price smirked and lifted a shoulder. “Probably. Doesn’t change the fact that I noticed.” He shifted his weight, leaning towards her. “Also doesn’t change the fact that I know it hurts you, seein’ him with her.”

Morgan’s face twisted up and she looked away from him quickly. She was quiet for a while, the sound of the rain around them. Eventually, she let out a shallow sigh. “I try not to let it get to me. I really do.” She felt his broad hand slip onto her shoulder, giving her a grip there like he did whenever the mission they’d been on didn’t go as planned… the same hold he gave all of them.

Price frowned slightly. “I know. See that, too.” He didn’t like the far off look she got in her eyes. “What do you want to do about it?” She shot him a confused look. “We’re a team, Indie. I’ll support you no matter what.”

Morgan hated the way the center of her chin shook just a little, how her eyes stung and her nose itched. “I just… I want it to all go away.” She nearly whispered. “I don’t want to…” She gestured lazily in front of her, her hand having slipped out of her pocket. “I don’t want to want him anymore. It hurts too much and I don’t have time for it.” Her shoulders fell, a feeling of being defeated filling her up.

Price nodded. He understood that… when your heart craved something that you couldn’t control. Something you couldn’t have. He saw the way she rubbed at her nose, how she blinked rapidly. He closed the distance between them and pulled her into a warm hug. “Give it time.” He didn’t know what else to say other than that. He felt her lean into him, as if she were so damned tired of this that she couldn’t hold her own weight up anymore.

Morgan let her forehead fall against Price’s shoulder, she nodded and just let the moment exist, with no expectation, no preamble, nothing. Just her and her Captain… no… her and her friend. She didn’t get that romantic vibe coming off of Price. Women had a sixth sense about these things. “Thank you, John.” She felt him rub her back slowly. Anytime, love.

#call of duty #fanfiction #cod writing #my writing #judgement story #captain john price #morgan indiana turner oc #john bravo 6 price #sam the k9 #not beta read we die like men #not edited really either #wanted to get this out before work this morning

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backthebluek9 · 1 year

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#warrior #back the blue #law enforcement #police #police lives matter #thin blue line #back the blue k9 #cops #k9 lives matter #blue lives matter #wallpaper #tumblr

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lt-wolfpack · 1 year

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70 things ALL Police rookies should know...

1. Out here, everybody lies.

2. They lied to you during training.

3. Never take the word of a drunk person over that of a sober person.

4. Civilian ride alongs are not your friends.

5. Sit back and listen to the veterans.

6. Some night, someone will try to kill you. You do not know when, who or where. Therefore, consider everyone with whom you come in contact to be a potential threat.

7. If you need help, ask for it.

8. NEVER, EVER lie.

9. Have fun with the job and don't take yourself too seriously.

10. If you think someone is watching you....they are

11. Go Home At The End Of Your Shift

12. Pick A Secret Mentor

13. Develop A "Hand Fetish"- Watch everybody's hands

14. Report Writing IS "Officer Survival"

15. Wash Your Hands!

16. Wear That Geeky Traffic Vest

17. Have A Life Outside The Job

18. Trust Your Instincts

19. Handcuff EVERYBODY / "Search For The BB"

20. Be Professional And Courteous, But Never Forget The Next Person you Meet You May Have To Kill.

21. Trust Your Instincts

22. You've got 30 years to be the Police (depending on your state)...don't try to do everything the first year.

23. Know where the hell you are in your town/city

24. Don't let the bastards get you down...the department is probably full of people that like to complain.

25. When it comes time to lay hands on somebody (and that time WILL come), let your violence be swift and merciless.

26. Don't talk bad about other officers EVER.

27. Listen up to the radio and know where the other officers are.

28. When everyone else in the jurisdiction is shagging paperwork calls, DO NOT stop the car with a out tag light that is being driven by a 60 year old woman who has never ever been stopped by the police before just because you are a little bored.

29. Murphy was a cop and he likes to do ride-a-longs. If it can go wrong it will.

30. NEVER eat where you can't see your food being prepared.

31. Don't hold your flashlight in your weapon hand.

32. Don't ever tell back-up there not needed even if there from another agency.

33. Look Good/sharp in uniform

34. Attitude is everything-

35. I highly recommend not purchasing expensive writing utensils for patrol work. You will eventually lose them.

36. You must be alert.

37. Never let anyone you are questioning or about to stop get in a better position than you and your vehicle.

38. Is your firearm clean? Will it fire? How about the ammo? When did you last fire so that you can hit a target in combat conditions? What's the sense of carrying any firearm that may not work?

39. Remember to look up when your out on patrol

40. Have a SPARE key for every car you THINK you might drive...and keep it ON YOUR PERSON.

41. Sometimes the bad guy will get away. Sometimes you just can't connect him to the crime. Sometimes he will be out on the street before you report for your next shift. Sometimes prosecution will be declined. RELAX, THERE WILL BE A NEXT TIME.

42. Think about worst case scenarios, then have a plan to respond. Have a backup plan in case the first one fails. Always leave yourself a way out. There is no such thing as retreat. However, there is nothing wrong with fighting in the opposite direction.

43. Be nice to everyone you meet. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet

44. Pay special attention to people who don't want to make eye contact. The ones who give you the "fuck you" looks are the ones who probably don't have anything going right then.

45. Learn to look around at everything quickly and not staring in one place hoping something happens there.

46. Get out on foot and walk. Perps expect us to be lazy. They never expect us on foot.

47. When asking for consent to search, watch their eyes. If they have something, the eyes will automatically look at it before they respond.

48. Be nice to your dispatcher!

49. NEVER walk up to a vehicle on a traffic stop with a ticket book in your hand. I don't care what your FTO says.

50. THE PEOPLE THAT YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO "CUT A BREAK" ARE ALWAYS THE ONES WHO COMPLAIN.

51. THE GUY YOU KNOW PERSONALLY, EXPECTS FAVORS.

52. Stay in shape.

53. Keep learning/going to schools/college.

54. MAKE AND KEEP GOOD RELATIONS WITH OTHER LEO'S. YOU WILL NEED THEM AND THEY WILL NEED YOU. COMMUNICATION BETWEEN AGENCIES IS CRITICAL.

55. Buy a bag of chewy dog treats in the resalable bag. Great for coaxing a pitbull out of the house you need to get into.

56. Check the backseat of your squad before you leave the station, and every time you take someone out. You'll be surprised how much dope you find.

57. Pretty girls have gotten breaks all their lives, so stroke 'em.

58.Wear your body armor every single day. No matter what, no matter how hot or uncomfortable it gets, or if the other guys tease you. The day you don't wear it could be the day you need it.

59. Never, never, ever trust ANY member of the news media if you want to stay out of the trick bag.

60. When on the radio always use your normal tone in your speech! It helps when you call out on traffic or anything and your fellow officers can tell that there is a concerned/excited tone in your voice they will know that something may be up and can start your way.

61. Personal hygiene is a must. First, you're dealing with the public and they don't need to smell your stinky ass.

62. Remember, two is one and one is none. Always have at least two flashlights, two pairs of cuffs, two radio batteries because when you need that particular piece of equipment most, it will crap out on you.

63. Practice, practice, practice. Because the bad guys sure are. They study your holsters and probably know how to get your firearm out quicker than you do.

64. When you make a traffic stop, don't just give a tag number thinking your dispatcher will get all the pertinent info. from the return. Give a vehicle description. What if that tag doesn't belong on that car? When the driver gets though shooting you, I'd like to be able to at least be looking for the right type of vehicle.

65. For the love of God, please take all the crap that jingles out of your pockets. I don't want to clear a building with a guy that has $15.00 worth of pennies in his pocket and something resembling a janitor's key ring hanging off his belt.

66. If you find one weapon always assume there is another

67. Remember that this is people business. The more details you can recall about people, their families, what they drive, where they work, who they hang with, where they hang, will be so vital in your every day contacts.

68. Don't let the prospect of a citizen complaint keep you from doing your job. If you're right, don't worry. Some people just love to complain.

69. Take a bathroom break whenever you can...you never know when that long drawn out call or arrest is going to prevent you from going.

70. NEVER trust anyone from Internal Affairs

#thin blue line #law enforcement #sheriff #police #night shift #thin gray line #thin gold line #brotherhood #lawenforcement #back the blue #back the blue k9 #back the badge #blue lives matter #survival

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crieslikeafool · 1 year

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The Loss of a Friend

TW/CWs: animal death, angst, semi hurt/no comfort

It didn’t happen often, but this time Laswell was the one inviting them all to get drinks. Soap was weary from a long mission, and just got back at the base. Still, he tried not to think too much into it as he showered and dressed in his civvies.

The pub was tiny but not cramped. The tables where all next to each other, so Soap deduced she wasn’t calling them for bussiness.

They all met in the middle, on a table already served with beers. Laswell made them sit, on one side Gaz, him in the middle, and Ghost, on the other Price and Laswell.

“I’m really sorry for calling you here, as I know y’al just got back, but something came up.” She sighed. “Something informal, hence why I brought you here.”

Soap’s eyebrows shoot up. She wasn’t the type to beat around the bush, she always went straight to the point. It was one of the reasons why Ghost liked her so much, so why was she doing it now that there unofficial matters at hands?

“Just get on with it.” Ghost grumbled beside him.

Laswell and Price shared a look, and oh. Soap didn’t like that. He felt his lungs squeeze uncomfortably.

“We had an unexpected loss this morning,” Price started, and Soap felt a shiver coming down his spine. Gaz perked up too beside him, his mouth agape.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Nobody was KIA.” He said, his dark eyes open wide. “We would have known!”

“I checked myself.” Ghost growled, his body tensing up. He was their commanding officer beside Price. He knew. He needed to know, always, and if he didn’t, he always checked at least three times. Soap saw him do that multiple times, and saw him take their fallen comrades dog tags when something happened. He would have known.

“You are right. Nobody was killed during the mission.” Price continued, his hands coming up on the table. Then, he sighed. His shoulders sagged. “We lost one of our retired comrades. Explosion Detector Specialist K9 Delta 4-1,” he said, Soap’s heart skipping a beat. Ghost tensed. Gaz shook. “Or as we all knew her, Lady Riley.”

Laswell quickly jumped in, “She didn’t suffer. Had an heart attack and was gone in a matter of seconds, as a lot of old animals do.”

Soap was frozen in place.

Ghost snorted. “That’s one ugly joke you threw there, Laswell.” he laughed, but it was squeaky, hysterical. “I played fetch with her yesterday.”

Price looked away, his eyes starting to water. “I’m so sorry Simon.”

Soap was breathless. He thought about it many times, as all people with animals do, but he didn’t really think he would have lived to see it.

Delta 4-1 was one of their associated working dogs. He didn’t like dogs, but his heart made an exception with her. The first time he saw her, she was already on her older years, as she was nearing being six, but she was as powerful as her younger counterparts.

The whole task force was attached to her deeply, particularly Price and Ghost, and he couldn’t really understand why until she got injured on the field a couple of years later.

When she got out of surgery, Ghost didn’t leave her side. For days on end he would bring her food and water and lightly play with her through the open gates of the kennel she was recovering in. Price was always near too, always coming to visit her in the moments he could. When Soap went to visit, he played with her and stood confused by Ghost’s gentle touch on her coat. It was then that Price explained.

Price was the one to choose Lady Riley in the bunch of puppies that were available, as it was needed in their task force, and Ghost was her first handler since the moment she opened her eyes. Ghost followed all of her training, loosing a bet to Price, hence the name, and didn’t leave her side since. It didn’t matter if she worked for other people, they always give her back to him when they were both on base.

She was honorably discharged after her injury, as she needed her front leg to be amputed, and was kindly adopted by one of the nurses on base, who brought her back almost everyday.

“They are setting her up. We’ll hold the funeral tomorrow morning with all the honors she derserved.” Price spoke, his own eyes shiny with unshed tears and his own voice sheaky. “Even at almost thirteen, she was still the goodest girl.”

Soap felt Ghost shake beside him, and turned his eyes to look at the man, freezing again.

Ghost had one hand pressed strongly on his uncovered mouth, and his shoulders were shaking hard. He was quiet, but his tears where clear and streaking his eye grease on his cheeks. Soap’s own cheeks were wet, and he reached out bring Ghost close to him.

Soap pressed his face into the man’s light hair, his heart beating rapidly and air failing to circulate inside his lungs.

Ghost grabbed his sweater and pressed his face into his chest, soppressing the sobs starting to escape his mouth. Soap grabbed the back of his neck and kissed his head as he saw Gaz and Laswell holding Price right beside them. Price wasn’t crying, but Soap could see his throat bob from the distance. He was barely keeping it together too, and nobody could blame him for that.

There waited a long night ahead of them, and an even longer day afterwards, but Soap was ready to get through it. As much as he was undoubtedly sad about the news, he wasn’t nearly as much attached as Ghost and Price were, so if not for himself, he’d do it for them. For Ghost, who was a mess barely contained in his arms, and for Price, who lost another one of his loyal soldiers.

Notes:

I’m really sorry for this free angst. I don’t normally write, and this was totally uncalled for but, as it is kinda obvious, I just lost my dog. His name was George, he was a bicolor Cavalier King, I got him at three months old and he would have been ten years old in november. He was the goofiest, scruffiest, most annoying furball of this planet, but he stinked so much all the time cuz he loved dirt-baths, but he was the goodest, most loving boy of the world.

Just as Lady Riley, he died peacefully. We buried him with fragant leaves of the three he always laid under in my garden, and I laid there his little bone-shaped dog tag with his name on it and a young olive tree.

I’m severely mentally ill, and I’m struggling to find my voice and to feel my grief, so I wanted to dedicate him something I know I can do decently. He deserved the best of the best, and this is the only thing I can do to not only rememeber him myself, but carve his memory where everyone can reach it.

#simon ghost riley #man crying #animal loss #pet loss #she was a good girl #john soap mactavish #john price #whump

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1960's civil rights protestor attacked by k9

#1960's civil rights protestor attacked by k9 #non violent #k9s attack #k9 weaponized #dogs biting #cops and dogs #Black Lives Matter

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The Six Demons of Elsewhere

CON “SILVER JAW”

Fun facts and just little things I thought of when I began writing for IMIE (Copy and pasted from the IMIE Docs) Visual character design notes Edition!!!

Con is the only character if the official series that we do not see, his only appearance is in the spin off comic Chlorine and for good measure. In my opinion I thinks that if he managed to survive events in Chlorine it would no doubly be a quick resolution for IMIE. Not saying he’s op but that man, this fucking beast is one who takes revenge and power very personally. The one thing about characters I write for stories is that I always hope I leave more than enough room for readers to come their own conclusions. To me as a writer it just makes it more fun for those who are invested.

When I began working on Con, it was just a matter of what was more important to share than what exactly his purpose was. Con was a character that appeared in the Hourglass music video by Set It Off sporting a grey suit, black bowler hat, and a weird obsession with selling Cody some weird shit in his coat, eventually handing Cody a old watch and disappearing. The man looked desperate, hungry for a sale, and borderline chaotic, and I thought that “yes, make this man fear death and in doing do selling his soul in desperation for immortality.” Con is a representation of the fear of death, the slip into eternal sleep, thus selling his soul in order to stay among those who are living.

In the beginning Con was just another Elsewhere resident that was forever devoted and loyal to Nox, ready to drop anything for his maker’s wishes. But after a certain amount of drafts of Chlorine he turned into another soulless human turning his life over for immortality. Con is a character that personally battled death nonstop. Inevitably meeting his eventual reality in a life he deems much better than before.

Written character design notes from the doc, most of these were after writing and the initial (somewhat) release of his design on my instagram. His first design release here. After releasing that I went back to design and write more for him. These were the design notes I wanted to add before working on him again.

In the mv he constantly had a toothy grin, so replace the human teeth with sharp teeth, some teeth with gold and silver. Consider that he may like to bite people who knows he’s good them teefs.

Likes to sell pearls, watches, and jewelry second hand so perhaps this could be a habit from his past life selling secondhand goods to people as if they were new.

Main color pallets range from silver, rustic gold, copper, and black (grey, disgusting whites, and faded blacks).

Consider using steel/metal/iorn elements for his character.

1910-1930s impression, consider historical events involving the great depression for backstory.

Gerard Butler Voice claim????

Here are his official notes for his character! Enjoy!

Con was originally from Scotland before he moved into the United Sates, in around 1910.

Escaped death from mobs and accidents in the vehicle assembly lines too many times to count.

He hates the idea of death he completely rejects the idea that one day he will fucking die (everybody dies babe you ain’t special).

He gotten himself into too much trouble when it came to some of the mafia clans in his city, he was known to con them out of money and supplies in order to survive.

Con played may roles in groups as the eyes and ears, he was loyal to no one so him having constant and sensitive information was dangerous. He still managed to get himself out of trouble by constantly double-crossing his superiors.

Weirdly enough despite his accent, he can mimic any male voice and accent he can hear, which was perfect when he wanted to mess with people or fool for his advantage.

No one could trust him but at the same time he also never lied to them either.

One time he was tortured by a mob member and got one of his K9s ripped off, he didn’t say another word unless he wanted to eat mushed food for the rest of his life.

Never knew his father because he died before his birth, his older brother died in a accident, his half sister died during her birth, then after Con became a young man, his mother died. Con was constantly surrounded by death, thus he wondered why he was subjected to remain alone. One of the reasons why he emigrated to the States was because it seemed he may have a better chance of survival.

No one really knows how he met Nox, he tells a different story all the time. From pocket-picking him at the pub, to him saving his life, all the way from him telling people that Nox was so impressed by him that he begged Con to join (”Well that’s a fucking lie” -Nox, probably at some point).

After his contract, Con just decided to just be 100% more unhinged since no none was really going to stop him. Finally he can be himself and not get arrested for biting people.

He’s more animalistic since his death, he growls, snarls, and cackles demonically, not for show but just because he’s been given the freedom to so.

Absolutely LOVES Elsewhere, he loves everything about it. The food, the people, the atmosphere. He misses Elsewhere when it was in constant Midnight, but he loved current Elsewhere as well when the new look was pitched to Nox. Did he suffer from constant eyestrain yes but beauty is pain.

Honestly despite him dying (weird how he had to die in order to live forever), this was the best thing that happened him and he does not regret it one bit!

He gets along with the rest of the demons well but he really likes keeping to himself, it’ hard having to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. When he does spend time with the others it will most likely be with Ego or Lux.

Con, Lux, Ego, and Lady Luck have never had the displeasure of having/being imprisoned in Nowhere.

Honestly this man has never been better now that he can’t die. Yay, no death! Crisis averted! Well for now at least but that’s future Con’s problem.

Con likes to steal, he can’t keep his hands off of shiny things to save his life, this is mainly why he managed to join mafia groups because of his sneaky fingers.

Still steals in Elsewhere but it’s petty theft because he’s spiteful like that. He’ll steal your entire stationary set if you so much as forget to give him his favorite pen back- “IT WAS A GIFT FROM NOX YOU FUCK’EN DICK’EAH, GIV’ET BACK!”

As low on the profile he is in fieldwork, this man is the most unhinged out of the six. If Nox is so much as lightly irritated one word would set Con to completely destroy his targets. Man is unhinged he’ll bite and rip out your jugular if you were so much as an inconvenience.

Nox offered immortality and Con gave his soul away, forever loyal and grateful for the devil who granted his only wish.

Out of all his demons, Con was the only one that Nox trusted when it came to loyalty, he won’t admit that he might have grew attached to him because of it. But this is Nox we’re talking about after events of Chlorine he doesn’t even want to entertain, “human emotions”.

#imie #it’s midnight in elsewhere #it’s midnight in elsewhere comic #chlorine comic #chlorine spin it off comic #chlorine #sara jackalope’s art

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