for anyone who’s confused like me and need a better view of what’s going on with Rainbow, here’s every squad composition
Nighthaven : Kali (leader), Ace, Osa, Wamai, Aruni, Ela, Smoke, Finka, IQ, Pulse, Grim
Ghosteyes - Sneaky : Caveira (leader), Glaz, Valkyrie, Vigil, Zofia, Lesion, Nokk, Warden, Maverick, Mozzie, Iana, Zero, Flores, Solis
Wolfguard - Humanitarian : Doc (leader), Twitch, Montagne, Lion, Castle, Bandit, Frost, Ying, Clash, Nomad, Melusi, Thunderbird, Sens
Redhammer - Brute force : Thermite (leader), Fuze, Kapkan, Tachanka, Ash, Gridlock, Sledge, Goyo, Kaid, Thorn, Amaru, Oryx, Buck
Viperstrike - Support : Hibana (leader), Mute, Tatcher, Rook, Blitz, Jaeger, Capitao, Echo, Jackal, Mira, Dokkaebi, Maestro, Alibi, Azami, Brava
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Collection: The Scalpel and the Skull
Fandom: Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six (Video Games)
Rating: Teen and Up
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Taina “Caveira” Pereira, Gustave “Doc” Kateb
Word Count: 4.5k
Wrist rotating, her palm flattened against his. Their fingers slipped through one another, half knitted together, and half settled between one another. Their hands looked the same. Strong and bronzed and littered with tiny barely visible scars that appeared as only a powdering of dark skin. She supposed there was truth in the matter, but where his could heal, hers could do so little. Touch, feel. At rare times they could be soft and tentative, but they mastered in the art of destruction.
One could never tell just by looking.
Yet Gustave, she knew, understood exactly what to expect from them, and so when she wrapped her left hand around his wrist, he surrendered all control. She cradled his left arm in hers; the other hand then dunked back into the water. Cutting through a mound of foamy bubbles, plunging into the heat. Fingers curling in, she captured water in her palm. That hand then hovered over the inside of Gustave’s forearm. Droplets drizzled down between her digits. Some coursed down his skin in tiny, diverging rivulets; some beaded in place between hairs. Perfectly rounded. Capturing fragments of light and colour and reflecting them back. One single black nail drew invisible lines between each one, rupturing them so they collapsed in, and she watched them gravitate down the blazed trails of other dribbles. Her index finger followed one—skating down the slope of his bicep and crossing over a vibrant streak of colour buried under the skin, deep within his flesh.
“Your veins are so green.”
Behind her, Gustave twitched in surprise at her voice. “Hm?”
“Your veins are very green. Mine are more blue.”
“Really?”
He craned his head and peered down at her finger still dancing over his skin. Every exhale shot down her bare shoulder and over her chest. Nodding, she dragged her finger back up the length of his arm while following that green path. “What is this called?”
“It’s called the Cephalic vein.”
Gustave wriggled his arm free of her grasp. One quick shift and he had shaken her hand away; instead, his middle finger settled upon the side of her shoulder. Dragging. Tracing one long crooked line from her shoulder down the length of her inner arm to the side of her wrist by her thumb. More tingles flooded her flesh, making her blood fizzle.
“It runs all the way down your arm, and this one,” Gustave said, dropping his hand and prodding at the underside of her bicep instead, “is the Basilica vein.”
Eyes fluttering shut, Taina gnawed on her own lip as Gustave’s finger drew up all the way again. A slight brush against her armpit, and she quivered. Reflexes, set ablaze. That arm reeled from his touch. A chuckle rattled his chest and vibrated into her spine. Taina couldn’t help but laugh too. She nestled back against him once more. Relaxing: arms sinking back down into the water, head propping against his shoulder. He melted deeper into her too, exploratory hand moving across her torso until he could reach over to her arm still rattling with pins and needles. Gustave pointed to the blue-green vein near the inner elbow.
Snuggled in as close as possible, his exhale sent errant chestnut brown hairs fluttering against her cheek. “The two connect around here—the median cubital.”
Taina hummed in vague rumination over the term she knew she’d never, ever remember. Still, a fascination sunk its claws in. She straightened her left arm, resting it along the edge of the tub and nearly hyperextending her arm just to press the blue-greenish vein against the surface of her bronze skin. “What else?”
After a long day of exploring and shopping in Paris on her own, Taina decides to unwind with a long, hot bath. Gustave decides to join and unwinds in his own way by giving her a crash course on the many veins within the human body.
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