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at this point i think we need to jump and pop taemin out of the military
#i for one am ready to jop... this is ridiculous#taemin#shinee#superm#jopping#enlistment mention#military mention
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you have said that Collins grew up in the military. can you go into that a little more? was he in a military family or was it something else?
Ooooohhhh definitely!!
Technically, Collins grew up on one of the small outlying moons that was terraformed early on. It was primarily an industrial colony that was used to mine mineral resources but his father was an officer in the military so they had a steady income. He was killed though, during the first wars, when Collins was 8 and the money was cut off.
His mother worked in the mine and he picked up odd (often dangerous) jobs that were willing to pay a child under the table. He survived with his mother and his little sister until he was 12 and was old enough to legally be recruited into a military program if there was a war going on to bolster the ranks- and with parent approval.
He wanted to make sure his little sister was taken care of 🥺 so he joined up. He was put into cadet training right away and killed his first enemy soldier only a year later. He showed great promise.
Collins refused to go home after that. But he made sure that every single check went to his family until the wars ended almost two decades later.
He still sends home what money he can but his little sister is all grown up now. She was able to get an education with the money that was sent and came back home to work as a doctor. Their mother lives with his sister and her partner and they take good care of her.
Collins genuinely doesn't know how to face them after all these years and all the lives he's taken. He's seriously a master avoider and truly believes people are simply better off without him.
Prim was in a similar program but she's a few years younger than Collins. They didn't meet until they were put on the same team in their early twenties.
#Collins asks#loved this one anon!!#military mention#war mention#child indoctrination#he was a child being tossed into the military so i think that counts
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22. Strangers
Referenced blood and torture, referenced past captivity, law enforcement mention, military mention, firearm mention, fictional politics
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Thomas was fine - really, just swell. First day on the job without the Sheriff in town and not only do two strangers show up, they’re half a step from the grave and terrified beyond belief, barging into the gas station while his baby sister is at the register. It didn’t help that they had nearly crashed a (stolen?) humvee into Dan’s mailbox.
The old medic had left on foot to get some supplies for Merrill - her partner would drive him back over soon. In the meantime, Tom was talking himself down from a panic attack while waiting for the Trautmire’s towtruck.
Just looking at the blood soaked passenger seat made him queasy. He redirected his gaze to between the seats, catching sight of the duffel Harrison had mentioned - something about a hard drive.
Evidence.
Tom would be lying if he told the man he took his word for it when he started spouting off about being tortured by American soldiers. But he didn’t exactly have evidence to the contrary, and his gut wasn’t being cooperative with this fact. He blamed it on the blood and excitement of the last few hours, that the fact that entertaining the stranger’s story made him feel hollowed out.
Sheriff Clifford couldn’t get back soon enough.
He fished the duffel from the seats, surprised by its weight as he hefted it out of the vehicle and onto Dan’s driveway. A preliminary glance at the contents made his heart hammer. Certainly military grade firearms nestle among handfuls of cartridges, clips, and loose ammunition. Closer inspection revealed folded up clothes, water bottles, a crushed sleeve of saltines and -
A manila folder?
It wasn’t the hard drive Harrison had begged him to bring inside, but if he was being honest, Thomas wasn’t quite sure what he was looking for. But a pale folded among the dark guns and clothes stood out like a sore thumb.
The bold red ‘confidential’ and ‘top secret’ stamps were a bit eye catching as well.
Half of him wanted to laugh it off as a prank (it wasn’t, not the way Harrison’s eyes shone with terror and grief and exhaustion). The other half was wary that this was some hostile operation, as ridiculous a target as a town of less than fifty people was.
The third half (Thomas didn’t pride himself on his maths) was curious to the point of trepidation - if it was all true, what did that mean? What legal recourse did these men have? He couldn’t begin to imagine the proceedings.
But he could pick up the folder.
It was thicker than he anticipated, dozens of papers with their clips and staples crammed into the sleeve. The tab simply read “The Wolf.”
He could see that man’s face clearly in his mind’s eye, the desperate, angry, terrified expression wrapped in bloody gauze looking up at him like Thomas was a walking nightmare. Any offense he took at that notion was tempered by the sight of his scarred, brutalized torso.
The fact that Merrill asked him to leave when she was treating his injuries below the belt made him shudder to imagine what this folder held.
Before he could crack it open, Lucy’s 64 impala came screeching to the curb. Dan hopped out, bag of supplies in hand. He nodded to the deputy, eyeing the duffel bag with a raised brown before continuing inside.
Lucy took her time, stepping over the dried splashes of blood on the driveway. She paused at the tilted mailbox, righting it only for it to lean lopsided once more. With a huff she marched up to Thomas, fluffy white hair freshly permed.
“Steph sounded pretty shook up when she called for Mer.” The old woman’s eyes were soft behind her thick glasses. “How you holding up kiddo?”
The manila folder was held in shaking hands.
“Sheriff didn’t answer on the radio. Might have to call over to Derby - these boys are in a bad way.”
“Trouble follow them?”
“Not that I know of.” Not yet.
Dan poked his head out the door, a short whistle catching their attention. He gestured, beckoning them inside. They must have finished taking care of the strangers. For now.
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“Jesus fucking Christ.” Thomas shuddered, head in his hands as he sat at Dan’s kitchen table. The report from the two medics was…well, the coffee in his mug was certainly going untouched until his stomach settled.
“I’ve seen refugees and prisoner’s of war in better shape than those two.” Merrill’s face was etched in stone, a sharp contrast to Lucy’s tearful expression. “Multiple people were involved in this. For a very long time - at least a few years for Wolf, given his scarring.”
“The eight months Harrison reported to you would be consistent with his condition.” Dan’s eyes were bright, rage simmering in them as he rubbed a thumb over his newly acquired bruises. “I’m inclined to believe his story. What abridged version we have.”
“You seemed doubtful, Thomas.” Merrill nodded to him, hands clasped around her mug of tea. “What did you find in the duffel?”
He bit his lip, sliding the manila folder to the table’s center.
“Lots of ammunition, guns, and general bug-out-bag supplies. Supposedly there’s a hard drive someone were in there too. This…I haven’t opened this yet.”
Marrill shared a glance with Dan before pulling the file toward her side of the table, running her fingers over the stamps and label. She opened it slowly, steady as a familiar face peaked from the first piece of paper.
The Wolf stared dead eyed at the camera, far healthier than he was sleeping in the guest room but somehow far less alive. The burn scars down the left side of his neck were still pink, no silver luster from age.
She carefully detached the image from its paper clipped files and pushed it to the others to look at as she scanned the first document. It was heavily redacted - names, dates, locations blotted out.
Merrill scoffed; she had worked with redacted documents before. It wouldn’t be easily or quick, but she could figure out the finer details. What she could read wasn’t particularly insightful - not with what she had already seen written in that man’s broken body and desperate eyes.
The titles of the redacted lines pricked at her long retired journalist instincts. Date admitted. Project milestones. Handler. Overseer. The box labeled ‘Date Liquidated’ was empty.
“I can get the redacted information out of these with some time.” She wasn’t sure Thomas wanted her to, the way his face had sallowed to a shade of green. “But these are official documents.” She held the folder out, pointing to the stamp in the corner. “CIA.”
“So what do we…do about that?” Lucy had been quiet, squeezing Merrill’s hand under the table. She hadn’t seen war the way her partner and Dan had, but she understood the dire situation these two men found themselves in nonetheless.
“Keep it quiet. Keep it low. Give it time - maybe get some of the Trautmire’s to help demo that humvee before someone comes looking for it.”
“But - ” Thomas scrubbed at his eyes with the heel of his palm, anger burning in his throat. “They can’t get away with this - we can’t just, just keep these boys locked up here for the rest of their lives.”
“Whistleblowers don’t live long, kid.” Dan’s eyes were dark, a tight frown on his lips. “If Harrison wants to bring that hard drive to light, that’s on him.”
“We can’t just - just pretend nothing’s happened.”
“Never said that. But unless you want your murder made a suicide in print, we need to be smart about this.”
“We - the FBI? NSA? Couldn’t they help?”
“Doubt it.” Merrill was flipping through the files, jaw tight. “Looks like Wolf worked with the NSA. Something here about a Project Sandbox.”
“Harrison mentioned being in a bunker, out in the desert. Sounds like a sandbox to me.” Dan shot Thomas a sympathetic look, the younger man seething with impotent rage. “Son, Sheriff’ll have a better bead on what we do next. Until he gets back, we watch their backs and each others. Get the Carlisle boys to do a sweep on the outskirts - better safe than sorry.”
“Should we call a town meeting?” Lucy’s eyes were sharp behind her glasses.
“Nah, not yet.” Merrill closed the folder with a sigh, slipping the photograph into the file. “Don’t want folks panicking. And the less that know about these boys, the less they can let spill to any strangers who come knocking.”
“Mind if I get Steph home then?” Thomas gave the older folk at the table a sheepish glance. “She - Lucy you said she wasn’t sounding too well when she called ya. She’ll want to know…everything’s alright.”
“Go on, tell Carl she wasn’t feeling well. Get her home safe, then get on with gettin’ the Carlisles on some rounds. I’ll call the Trauts and ask ‘em about breaking down that truck.” Dan nodded to the deputy as he stood, pressing his hat back onto his head. “Relax, kid. If they got this far without a tail, chances are those fuckers ain’t got a clue where to start sniffing. We’ve got plenty of time.”
Time before they were, inevitably, tracked down. Thomas wasn’t sure what he would do then, but that was a problem for the (hopefully) distant future.
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(An AU of my Freelancers series)
Taglist: @i-eat-worlds
#whump#referenced captivity#referenced torture#blood#law enforcement#military mention#firearm mention#freelancers au#yall a few days ago: i dont trust tom hes sus.#me. having written this from his pov weeks ago: woe. tommy pov be upon ye.#i have Plans tm for this lad dont yall worry none about him#idk why but this chapter has been stressing me out to post lmao#literally took it outta my queue this morning bc my brain is mean#but I can’t be assed to rewrite it so. take this serviceable chapter so we can move on to more fun stuff#AAAAA I KEEP SAVING THIS AND STARING AT IT IM POSTING IT FEEL FREE TO LOOK AWAY I CANT STAND THIS CHAPTER ANYMORE
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Erm. Stumbled upon a trans furry's TikTok but he's in the MILITARY... AND LIKE POSTS VIDS IN GEAR WITH HIS BOYFRIEND TRYING TO BE CUTE AND PATRIOTIC LIKE... class traitor CLASS TRAITOR
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i'm being forced to watch this awful motivational video where the speaker is talking about his time in the military, and he's like "everything i went through was AWFUL! but it made me STRONGER!" and i just. this isn't healthy. i'm more concerned over the military than ever. this is literally abuse, not a flex
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why am i getting ads for military duck briefs
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There are alleged incidents from the earliest days of military aviation of enemy recon pilots taking potshots at each other with handguns because aircraft-mounted weapons hadn't been invented yet and they couldn't use rifles because they needed to use the other hand to fly the plane. I'm not aware that anyone ever actually got shot down in this way, but imagine if you did. Imagine tootling around in your shitty little wooden-frame biplane when another guy in a shitty little wooden-frame biplane comes flying up to you and shoots your plane with a revolver. Imagine surviving the resulting crash and having to explain that this is why you went down.
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Even CNN is reporting the truth more now. But if you are held without being charged, you aren’t a prisoner, you’ve been kidnapped and are a HOSTAGE. And human rights organizations have said that the other 50%, who were charged, were mainly charged with throwing rocks, and that even most of that was made up.
For all the pro israel who came to my posts of Palestinian children celebrating their freedom, calling them terrorists and criminals. Israel is an occupation state, they don't need a reason to arrest you as long as you're Palestinian.
#so done with israelis calling Palestinian children terrorists when they've been arrested since they were younger than 13 & tortured & beaten#for no reason no charge or for throwing a rock at a military tank#not to mention the kids charged for stabbing when there's literally no proof which is why they're not allowed lawyers or trials#israeli soldiers would go as much as planting a knife in the scene which#i think is absolutely unnecessary since they can arrest people without any charge#palestine#gaza#israel#important#current events#free palestine#ethnic cleansing#free gaza#israel apartheid#israel is a terrorist state#israel is an apartheid state#cnn#world news
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my mind: omg idol xyz is probably gonna be unrecognizable now after discharge!!
reality: there he is. the bean. looking exactly like he always does if not five years younger. they froze him
#yes this post was prompted by baekhyun lmao#gets to prove it feels like ages every time#baekhyun#bbh#exo#military#discharge#military mention#enlistment#byun baekhyun#baekhyun memes#kpop#bts#nct#shinee#kpop memes
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41. Record Scratch
Escape, evacuation, on the run, anticipated violence, military mention
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The convoy was impressive - both in its coordination and its content.
They were leaving through the Carlisle’s southeast property line, knowing it would be difficult for the military to get their vehicles in place to effectively watch the dried riverbed that led east toward Duck Creek. The Carlisle’s had their small herd of horses driving their hundred head of cattle ahead of the group, an effective set of scouts for military ahead of them. Behind them were trucks and trailers, packed with people and bugout bags. Some clearly expected a short evacuation, but others had every plate and blanket from their home.
Wolf couldn’t blame them - he wasn’t sure there would be homes to return to if the project couldn’t find him. He was surprised how quiet the convoy was, no shouts of panic or fear or desperation (the way he remembered, knew from sometime Before).
Just the rumble of engines and the distant bellows of cattle and horses ahead of them.
“Honey, did you grab the - ?”
“'Course I did. Ain’t leaving town without your precious coffee maker.” Lucy’s laugh from her sea foam green impala was warm, Merrill rounding the vehicle to the passenger side door. She paused, glancing back to Wolf with worried eyes.
“Where’s Harrison?”
“On his way. We’ll be at the back of the pack.”
“Easy for them to pick you off.”
“Better than using you as human shields.”
“Even if we want to shield you boys?”
“I'd rather you not.” Wolf could still feel hear Dan's scream, his pained breathing. “They'll kill you to get to us.”
“They won’t get ya.” Merrill’s smile was grim but determined. “You boys’ll get up north and across the border before they know what happened.”
Wolf nodded, biting his tongue. His paranoia and fear weren’t useful here. Thomas’ patrol car finally came into view over the hill behind the Carlisle’s house, dust kicked up by its tires. It paused, Harrison hopping out and gesturing to Wolf.
“A little help with the spare gas?”
Wolf helped him load it into the back of their truck, the red plastic containers sloshing with gasoline.
“This gonna be enough?” Thomas asked, hefting one up to where Wolf was crouched in the truck bed.
“Maybe? Better than having to stop every few hours for gas.” Harrison gave Merrill a sheepish nod. “Thanks for the cash, by the way.”
“Never know when you’ll need to bribe the border patrol.”
“In Canadian currency?”
“Better safe than sorry.” She cracked a smile, casting a glance to the slowly proceeding caravan. “We best get going. I don’t want to leave Dan alone that long and the sooner we get to the Duck Creek clinic the better.”
“Yes ma’am.” Harrison mock saluted, giving Wolf a smile when he hopped down from the truck bed. “Safe travels.”
“Y’all as well. Don’t do nothing stupid, especially you Wolf.”
“Yes ma’am.” He felt a smile twitch at his lips as the words rumbled from his throat. It was close enough to the automatic responses he had drilled into him at the bunker to feel familiar. It was different enough, novel enough that he felt safe saying it.
Harrison gave him a nod, hopping up to the driver’s seat.
“Let’s get the hell out of here while we still can.”
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“Shit. Shit - fuck. Where the fuck is it?” They had barely been driving for a few minutes, the Carlisle’s home still visible behind them when Harrison brought the truck to a halt. Wolf felt his stomach churn with anxiety.
“What - ?”
“The - the duffel bag - the hard drive. Fuck. Fuck Merrill has the copies of the files but I think - shit, we definitely forgot the originals at Dan’s place - ” Harrison cut him off, muttering half to himself as worry creased his face and panic made his hands shake. Wolf surveyed the truck cab. They had a suitcase of spare clothes from Dan and Thomas, a cooler full of as much food and water as they could pack, but no duffel bag full of evidence.
“You boys good back there?” Thomas’ voice crackled through the short range radio, his black and white patrol car rolling to a stop just ahead of them. The caravan moved slowly enough that there wasn’t any real risk of being left behind - so long as they didn’t stop for too long.
“We need to go back. We forgot the - Christ where the fuck did the duffel bag end up Tom? The hard drive?”
“Oh God…” Thomas’ voice wavered, stressed and breathless. “I - it’s at Dan’s. In his garage - I’m so sorry I forgot - ”
“It’s fine. We’ll run back quick and grab it.” Harrison licks his lips, giving Wolf a nervous glance. Did they run and escape or did they risk going back for the only physical documented proof of their shared hell?
“I’ll go with you.” Thomas’ squad car was already starting to turn around.
“No.” Harrison tried and failed to sound less than terrified. “No - they need you to watch their backs. Your sister - ”
“Steph’s with Dan. She’s safe. And if we’re quick enough we’ll be back before they all file into the river pass.” Thomas’ voice had a thread of confidence Wolf didn’t recognize. Something optimistic and at the same time resigned. “Let’s go before we fall too far behind.”
Harrison grumbled and sighed, hanging up the radio transponder and cranking the steering wheel to turn the truck around. Wolf watched the caravan shrink in their rear view window. The evidence was worth the risk.
He hoped.
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(An AU of my Freelancers series)
Taglist: @i-eat-worlds @whumpy-daydreams @stargeode
#whump#escape#evacuation#on the run#anticipated violence#military mention#freelancers au#ive written the next few chapters and. OvO it's gonna be fun yall. might even post the next one later today...
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why is this bugging me so bad
#military mention#so I found out that my older half brother is going to the military for 4 years and I'll only ever see him once every year#if I ever get to see him at all. I never got to see him nor my older half sister growing up a bunch#and no the chances of seeing him at all are slimmed to almost none. and what if something happens and I never see him again#sorry I just. I just need a minute and I'll be fine. probably
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Clenches fist and bites tongue I will not get myself banned on tiktok today I will not I will not I will not
#heros roar!#how am i not supposed to tell him to kill himself and send gore. like i hate saying that it sounds so edgy but you are in the MILITARY....#YOU KILL MINORITIES FOR FUN!#military mention
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