^Art of oc’s made by my friend. Pfp made by @hoetaro-kujhoe
Hi! I’m Hih (Helpimhyperfixating)! I thought I’d make this just to make it easier for everyone ^^
Requests: Open (but slow because college)
Commissions: 1/3 Slots Open (you can DM me ^^)
I’ll do pretty much anything sfw and nsfw! I especially love AU’s ;3.
Things I won’t do: age gap (sorry Price lovers 😔), hard degradation, extreme yandere (i.e. hurting darling), cheating (them on you, you on them), incest, non-con
Current fandoms:
- Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (specifically Price)
- Avatar (specifically recom!Quaritch)
- Spider-Man (I’m developing a love for Kraven)
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🧸 - fluff , 🌒 - angst , 🔞 - nsfw (mdni)
CoD oneshots:
Price:
🧸🔞 - Sfw & Nsfw headcanons | Part 2 sfw & nsfw
🧸 - Tattoo Blossom [Soulmate au] | Part 2 🌒
🧸🌒 - Nightmares - Part 1 | Part 2 -
🧸 - Price coming home from deployment drabble
🧸 - Theme Park
🧸 - Teen troubles
🌒🧸 - I’m here
🦌 - Deer hybrid! Price x wolf hybrid! Reader
NSFW:
🔞 - Truth or Dare - Part 1 | Part 2 (nsfw)
🧸🔞 - Sfw & Nsfw headcanons | Part 2 sfw & nsfw
🔞 - Neighbour
🔞🧸 - Cheating
🔞 - Relight the fire - King! Price x Princess! Reader
🔞Kinktober 2023 Masterlist [ended on day 24] 🔞 this Masterlist contains roughly 12 fics for Price! Just figured it’d be better to make a Masterlist within a Masterlist than list every single one ☺️
CoD Fics:
Price:
Mutiny - Captain! Price pirate au - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Wedded - Dragon! Price x Reader - Part 1 | Part 2
🧸🌒 Lost and Loved - Price x daughter!reader - coming
An AU I’m very excited for but too shy to share - coming
Dumb shit/drabble thoughts:
🧸 Price vs corner of the mouth kisses | 2 | 3 |
Meme post
Meme 2
Dragon Price drabble | 2
Waking up with him
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Avatar Fics:
Changes in the Forest - R!Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader:
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I genuinely wonder if people realize how many projects get abandoned because the readership "wasn't there", when in reality, the readership just stayed silent. It's a big thing in trad pub that book series get discontinued because readers pirate the books or wait until the series is finished to buy a copy, leading the publisher to think that nobody actually wants the book enough to continue the series, but it happens with indie creators too.
I've discontinued a lot of free, online series because it's not worth putting 3-5 hours a week into posting a project for no readers. Sometimes I finish the series for me but just never post it again, other times I don't finish it at all because it feels more worthwhile to put my time into other things. Sometimes I hear from readers who are sad or upset that I didn't finish something they were liking, but the *reason* it never got finished is because I didn't know anyone liked it. If you like something, tell the creator, tell your friends, make some noise about it. If you would be sad if a story never finished, make that interest known because one of my biggest considerations before discontinuing a series is "will people miss this? Will I be letting people down" and 9/10 times, I come to the conclusion of "no, it doesn't even seem like anyone's reading this" only to learn after I've moved on that apparently someone was.
I've said this before in a different way, and this post said it so well. With real examples.
If you like something, tell people.
If you want more content from an artist or author, if you like their stuff, tell them. It will give them creative fuel to keep going. And often it gives them other resources as well.
Recommend a work to other people. Leave a comment or a review. It doesn't have to be long, just genuine, a sentence or two.
Not many people know that a book's success is judged by book reviews as well as sales. Review the book on Amazon or another site to help it pass the metric of success and be recognized by publishers and retailers.
We see a looot of bear!Price in the fandom (for good fuckin reason!), but lately I've been low-key obsessed with the idea of him (and, honestly, Simon as well!) as prey animal hybrids.
I think a lot of people arrive at bear!Price because they're big, hairy, and extremely dangerous, just like HE is!
So, keeping those kinds of themes in mind, I've got a couple prey animals that come to mind:
Water buffalo (think Chief Bogo from Zootopia) - big, hairy, and dangerous as hell!
Red Deer are easily my favorite species of deer, and they're biiiig animals.
Some sort of bull (leaning Texas Longhorn, myself!).
Then, of course, you need your reader to be ironically matched to him:
Lion with the water buffalo; wolf with red deer, cougar for Texas longhorn (or maybe wolf).
Extra brownie points if Price keeps his horns or antlers cut short as hell; a bit of visual self sacrificing.
You genius. Absolutely yes. In this case I went with red deer, given those are actually native to the UK!
(Because this bitch loves some worldbuilding logic for au’s)
Despite Price being prey however, I cannot see him taking those instincts well. Man is a captain and wants to be listened to. Won’t take nothing else but obedience.
Word count: 1047
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Moving through the base, a recognisable set of antlers shifted through the halls. Tall, branched, slightly stained yellow at the base, all while peeking out of a dirty-beige hat.
John Price, captain of Task Force 141. Notorious terrorist hunters. And hybrids.
As he walked, his hooves clopped on the linoleum floors. A sound recognisable for most around; especially when going at this pace.
It meant someone was in trouble. And in this case, it was you.
For the past hour, this fox hybrid had been trying to goad you while you trained outside. Commenting on your features, your skills, your behaviour. No matter what you said or did, he stayed. After all, he was the same rank as you, you couldn’t send him off and he knew it.
Yet when the man hopped over, his thick tail brushing against your side as he turned with a mocking grin, you snapped.
Snarling, you’d grabbed him by the scruff and slammed him down, trying to use your sounds and features to intimidate as instinct took over.
Dominance displays were nothing new, no matter how unwanted they were. Yet the way in which they were done differed greatly. There were those where one was constantly invading space and testing boundaries. And then there were those that were a sudden explosion of aggression. It wasn’t hard to figure out which would get you in trouble sooner.
And the last thing your roided up brain needed was a prey animal added into the mix.
“Break it up!” Price’s voice boomed.
Immediately, your whole body stiffened, your tail’s fur spiking as your shoulders hunched in an almost raising of your hackles. You didn’t look away from the fox. But that didn’t lessen the impact of the deer hybrid.
While prey and predator had evolved to live together over time, there was one thing even the best discipline couldn’t entirely account for; genetic coding.
And unfortunately for Price, you and him were polar opposites. Your respective hybrid species having been in a war of nutrition since the dawn of evolution.
When you didn’t move off the guy, Price scowled, walking over and grabbing your scruff. With a firm yank, he pulled you away from the fox, instead slamming you into the nearest wall.
A brief yelp left you before you focused back on the captain, your teeth baring as he pushed you firmer into the wall, his scent invading your nostrils.
“Stand. Down.” He spoke lowly, shifting closer until his chest was nearly pressed to yours, eye contact firmly held.
“He started it!” You barked, pushing away from the wall as you pointed at the fox slowly getting up from the ground.
The moment you tried however, Price gripped your vest tight and slammed you into the wall with a snort, his antlers bashing into the bricks on either side of your head a moment later.
Blinking in surprise, your eyes turned back to the captain, his forehead nearly touching yours as he glared at you from mere centimetres away.
“Down, pup.” He said slowly, clear warning in both his voice and eyes.
Taking in a deep breath, you set your jaws, feeling the hard bone of his antlers on the side of your head when you shifted. He was close. Too close.
“Fine, I’m calm.” You murmured, staring back at him, but Price didn’t move. His grip on your vest stayed, still pushing you into the wall as he shifted, his nose nearly brushing yours as he stared, unblinking.
“You say that again once you stop bracing for a leap.”
At his words, you realised he was right. The muscles in your legs were coiled tight, claws digging into the gravel underfoot in an attempt to find purchase.
Carefully controlled, you tried to loosen your stance, only for a shift of gravel to the left to sound out. “Little wolf getting scolded by a buck.” The fox spoke as he got up, a grin on his face.
That was all that was needed. Instantly, your body tensed again and you attempted to push away, only for Price to be ahead of you. He re-slammed you back into the wall and pushed his chest into yours, forehead now pressed up against your own as his antlers dug into the stone.
His pressure was constant. Long, hooved legs made for a standoff like this as he kept you pinned, never breaking eye contact.
“Breathe.”
Huffing out in frustration, you finally tore your eyes away from the smug soldier, looking at your captain.
“Unlock your muscles. Take back your mind.”
His instructions were simple at the surface. Don’t let the instincts run rampant, calm down.
Easier said than done. Especially when said by the one hybrid you could never truly be at ease around.
There was always some part of you that was on alert when Price was around. Whether that was a sudden hunger, your eyes following his every step or the urge to hunt surfacing.
It was the reason both parties had been hesitant to get you onto the 141. Your natural species’ rivalry made for some complicated emotions.
But as you stood there, stared down by the red deer hybrid, even your instincts seemed to realise this was a fight you couldn’t win. And so, your legs slackened. Fur slowly flattening back down as you let out a shaky breath.
Seeing you calm down, Price slowly pulled his head back, still keeping a keen eye, watching for any change.
When none came, he stepped back. There were indents in the wall from where his antlers had sat, the gravel stirred up from his hooves and your paws.
Once more, a little snort came from the man and you closed your eyes, sighing out.
“Report to my office in an hour.”
His words had you crack your eyes back open to see the deer hybrid turn and walk away, showing his back to you.
Yet as he walked off to collect the fox hybrid and herd him to his office, you noticed the signs.
Pinned back ears, fist balled at his side but most of all: his small tail stuck straight up and trembling.
John Price was just as affected by instincts as you were.
Especially when encountering a big bad wolf.
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I love him so much I’m sorry but why does his face feel so different 😭
And not because of the beard (tho pls bring back my beloved mutton chops). Like his face seems longer somehow? Gives a little bit more Barry than the Price we know and love.
PLS I NEED MEH MAN IN 4K.
Either way this trailer made me very upsetti spaghetti, I’ll be back to write for this war criminal in like a month cause then I’ll be done with college >:3
An RDA group guided by Lieutenant Harper Mitchell, has managed to capture Veyta in order to gather informations about the escaped Sarentu and the Resistance, by Mercer's command.
They have found her at an isolated Na'vi camp, helping out with the hunt. Seeing this, they had the idea to hold the camp's people hostage in order to make Veyta speak.
But she resisted. She resisted along with the other Na'vi that knew about the Sarentu and the Resistance.
Threats, hits, and damage to their little camp still didn't make anyone say a single word about what interested the RDA, and the Lieutenant was about to lose her patience.
To the point where she really did.
Fire started spreading everywhere around the camp from her AMP pyro, and bullets started to shoot from the other RDA's members at the Lieutenant's command. They already had Veyta, and the camp and its people didn't matter that much anyway.
Veyta screamed as she watched in horror at the scene in front of her, while being held down to make her unable to help her people, to make her helpless.
Guilt was eating her from inside. So much guilt that a part came out as tears streaming down her face, and cries calling out to Eywa to do something.
Once there was nothing more left to destroy and to kill, the RDA decided to go back to their base with Veyta to try and make her eventually talk.
But Veyta stayed silent again. Not because she was intentionally being silent to not tell them anything, but because she was processing what had happened moments before, simply because she happened to be there. She snapped at them from time to time whenever they tried to make her talk, but nothing more.
Her arms were tied to her back, which annoyed her. She let that feeling build up in her chest, coming to the realisation that guilt wasn't needed in that moment, but rage. Anger, and hunger for revenge.
At that exact time, familiar faces came to rescue her, and a fight erupted in front of her eyes again.
Sumtxuyu hurried to free her arms while the others fought, and Veyta didn't waste a single second to get up and sprint away to whoever enemy was available to fight. Sum wanted to follow her, but more enemies were coming to the opposite direction, so she decided to take care of those. She knew Veyta could've handled herself well anyway.
Veyta didn't know where her bow was, so she grabbed the first gun she saw on the floor and decided to fight with that, with her anger builing up at each bullet used to kill whoever was on her way to find the Lieutenant.
The sky was the darkest she had ever seen on Pandora, and the clouds were rumbling when Veyta got out of the base. She immediately was met with a human trying to shoot her, but Veyta was faster and hid behind a wall. Her heart was pumping out of her chest, and she was trembling from how angry she felt as she tried to change the rifle's magazine. At this point, she thought that by the time she would've find Mitchell, she would've been dead from either an heart attack or an exploded vein on her head.
But that thought didn't slow down her anger at all. Matter of fact, the thought of not being able to reach Mitchell made her even angrier, along with the fact that she didn't have another full magazine on her nor anywhere around her, and along the sound of the human's sassy voice teasing her to come out from behind the wall.
Oh, how she hated when they acted all cocky.
Without any second thought, Veyta threw the rifle on the ground and sprinted towards the human, now wearing a scared expression on his face, and lounged on him.
Her Na'vi body was bigger, heavier and stronger than one of any human, that's why they wore those metal suits. Too bad this human thought of himself to be stronger and didn't came to fight with one.
She could have teared this weak sky-person apart with her own bare hands, easily. Because the sky-people are weak.
So weak, that maybe she could've even do that...
with her own teeth.
And that's what she did. She started to bite chunks of flesh off of his body, which was squirming under her weight and screaming in agony at each bite. Until it became silent.
But Veyta kept going. She kept tearing off flesh with her teeth, and breaking bones with her hands, even after the body became unrecognizable.
She only stopped when a light illuminated her and the scene, spooking her and making her look up at two other humans standing there, watching in horror at what she did.
And without thinking twice, she killed them in the same way their teammate died.
Veyta finally had felt some relief after acting the way she did, but only when she was in the moment. Because as soon as she decided she was done with a body, she had to hunt another one.
She kept roaming around, face and hands covered in blood, until she has found the target she was looking for all along.
At that moment, heavy rain started to fall, and Veyta thought that Eywa was by her side. Because she didn't think for even a second to sneak up to her.
Instead, she ran like she had never ran before. Like a predator fixed to her pray, she shoved whatever was in her way to the side, to finally lounge on the back of the Lieutenant's AMP suit and crawl to the front.
She broke the thick glass with her fist to grab the woman inside, throwing her on the wet ground and following right after, not wasting a second more before going straight to her neck with her teeth.
She gave her the same treatment as the other three humans of before, if not a worse one.
After she decided she was done with the Lieutenant's body, she started to feel tired, and that's what made her snap out of her feral trance.
Veyta looked at the damaged body in front of her, then at ther own bloody hands. Her breath started to quicken and her body trembled again. She then realised she still had a chunk of flesh and meat in her mouth, which she immediately spit on the ground. She still could have felt the metallic overwhelming taste of blood in her mouth, but no matter how much she tried to spit out, it wouldn't go away. She clumsly tried to clean the blood off of her face, but her bloody hands only made it worse, to which not even the rain somehow managed to wash away completely.
So Veyta simply stood there, staring at nothing while her body kept trembling, feeling helpless again.
She realised she become what Mercer always told her. A feral, untamable, crazy animal, because she let her emotions get the best of her.
Shame bloomed in her stomach, and she just wanted to hide, but she couldn't manage to move her body.
So Veyta simply waited for that feeling of shame to go away, but that moment never came.
It only became much greater when her friends found her, kneeling in front of one of the sky-people that she has bitten to death.
...
The RDA had a thing for giving nicknames to Na'vi that caught their attention.
"Dog Tag Warrior" for So'lek,
"Death on Wings" for Sumtxuyu,
and now, "Meat Hunter" for Veyta.
Veyta couldn't bear that nickname. She hated it with all of her heart, and she hated even more that some people have pointed out that her name itself somewhat resembles that nickname.
"Vey" for meat, and "ta" for taronyu, which means hunter.
But for how much she hated this, she couldn't help herself but to commit the same action again, and again, and again, feeling a greater shame each single time.
Get an ask in my inbox -> read it -> "oh, that's nice; I need to think of a good response" -> "this deservea more attention than I can give it rn; I'll take another look at it later" -> close inbox until later -> "later" never really comes -> forget -> repeat
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Changes in the forest - R!Quaritch x Na’vi! Reader | Part 5
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Following Spider, you were walking through the human base, a shiver washing over you as you did. “Great mother why is it so cold here.” You muttered, wanting to grimace at the cold metal touching the soles of your feet.
“What was that?” Quaritch asked, his hand on your shoulder from behind as he escorted you – to ease the scientists, he said.
“I said it is cold.” You repeated in English, looking back at the man who raised an eyebrow.
“Not everyone likes the ass-sweating heat of Pandora, darling. Least of all people in uniform.”
At his words, you scrunched your face up in confusion, not getting several of those words and Quaritch rolled his eyes.
“Humans have clothes to wear. So it’s a little colder inside so that they can.” He explained, practically just guessing that was the reason for it instead of actually knowing. “Out there it’s hot, so it feels nice to come into base and it be a little bit cooler.”
Just nodding, you tried to wrap your head around his words and looked forward, taking in Spider who seemed unbothered, making you feel alone in your discomfort.
“It’s warmer in the recom quarters.” Quaritch spoke after a second, taking a drag from his mask and you glanced back at him. “They filter Pandoran air into the rooms there so the temperature is comparable to outside.”
Humming a bit in understanding, you just continued walking on in silence, escorted by the two, front and back.
Before long, you stopped before a room with heavily fortified doors.
“Kid, get *your* mask on.” Quaritch ordered from behind you, pointing to a mask hanging from the wall.
Spider – who was just about to grab a different one – grumbled and released the mask he was holding, instead walking over to the one Quaritch pointed at.
Once he was sure the boy had put it on right, Quaritch opened the heavy door, ushering you both in before stepping in himself and closing it behind him. There was a heavy clunk as it locked when the man pressed a red button, a hiss sounding out moments later and almost instantly, more familiar air filled your lungs.
The thin and sharp feel of earth air was raw on your throat so to finally get to breathe your own air without having to rely on a mask was amazing.
“Alright, we’re good.” Quaritch spoke behind you and almost immediately, Spider opened the door he was by, grunting a bit as he pushed the heavy, metal slab open.
Looking inside, you were greeted by an open room, seats, couches and tables strewn about while several large blue bodies lounged around on them.
“There he is! Had some fun?” You watched as a bald avatar stepped up, a wide grin on his face before he got something thrown right into his face that bounced with a loud ‘thunk’.
“Shut your trap, Lyle.” Quaritch huffed, having just chucked an empty cup that happened to be in reach at the lieutenant.
“Sorry, sir.” The man chuckled before focusing on you. Yet while a smile still played at the corner of his lips as he sized you up, he wasn’t the only one looking.
“Why is that here, colonel?”
You turned to regard five other people in the room, your ears angling back a bit at the hostility from which the man in the middle spoke.
“C’mon, Lopez.” The one to your right – Lyle – spoke as he walked over, a placating smile on his face as he slapped the man on his shoulder. “You were at the brief, show some respect.”
Lopez’ eyes narrowed at his lieutenant before he sighed and nodded, looking away.
Not all agreed however as the one female in the room stepped right up into your face, intimidating and angry. “You killed Rowan.”
“To protect my own. You stepped onto a planet you don’t belong, loss is expected.” Your response was instant, no hesitation as you looked back at her with a dead stare, your ears pointed back same as hers as she bared her fangs and hissed, your own teeth baring as you growled back.
“It’s… …cat fight.” You picked out a few words as someone from the back mumbled, yet you weren’t the only one who heard as the recom in your face snapped around.
“Ja, I swear to god!” She called out, walking over while the recom wearing a cap squeaked and jumped over the couch.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“And I won’t beat your ass. See? They’re both lies!”
Confused, you watched as the woman stomped after the fleeing soldier with threatening steps, the two of them disappearing into the hallway to the right.
“Those were Z-dog and Ja.” Quaritch huffed, looking unamused at the now empty hallway. After a second, he snapped out of it before leaning around you and releasing your cuffs, motioning to the three other recoms in the room. “Those are Lopez, Prager and Mansk. Why don’t you all get acquainted?” With that, the colonel patted your shoulder before following after the two marines into the hallway, grumbling something inaudible.
Swallowing softly, you glanced between the men, unsure what to do before Lyle stepped forward, placing his hands on your shoulders and guiding you to the couches. “C’mon, let’s chat!”
Awkwardly and a little hesitant, the other three joined in, sitting opposite you while Lyle took his seat beside you, Spider jumping up onto the couch and squeezing himself between you and the lieutenant without a care, making Lyle huff as he scooted to the side.
And so, slowly but surely – not unlike pulling teeth – Lyle managed to get a conversation going between the recoms and you.
Mostly about the incident in the forest and your tussle with the colonel – who was sporting a hefty bruise on his cheek still from your bow.
All in all, things could get worse.
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Standing by the large window spanning the entire living room, you were looking out over the RDA base.
Darkness had fallen several hours ago, all the recoms calling it a night a while back while you stayed up, having walked out of the room Spider had shown you was yours, to instead return here.
Lights were on all around, illuminating the grey city that humanity had built on the planet. No bioluminescence or greenery in sight. Eywa’s light was being blocked out by their own hubris.
“There you are.”
Hearing the familiar voice, you could see Quaritch walking up behind you in the reflection of the glass, your own image staring back at you.
“Snuck out, did you?” The colonel joked, looking at you in the reflection as well, given you didn’t make a move to turn around – approaching you on your own terms.
“I did not sneak.” You murmured and Quaritch let out a tired chuckle.
“It was a joke. Cupcake?”
Confused, you turned your head to see him with his eyebrows raised, nudging his arm towards you. Trailing your eyes down, you saw a dark and sweet-smelling thing in his hand.
“It’s a treat. Won’t kill you, you know.” Quaritch chuckled as he saw your nose scrunch. “We’re leaving base somewhere in the next 36 hours, so I’d say enjoy it while you can. After this, we’ll go to whatever godforsaken food your precious Pandora has for us. Live a little.” He pushed the cupcake into your hand, curling your fingers around it.
Huffing, you pulled your hands away from his, also because his touch felt almost burning in that moment.
His own eyes a little wide, Quaritch curled his fingers into a fist, clearing his throat. “Damn. Don’t be so feisty.”
Sending him a confused glance from his words, you then looked at the treat now in your hands.
Seeing as you didn’t seem to move beyond that, Quaritch just sighed. “Enjoy it. See you in the morning, cupcake.”
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Woken up to voices and hissing, Quaritch groggily shot up, grabbing a shirt and yanking it on as he stumbled up to his feet.
At least the damn tail seemed to help with keeping balance. A pleasant surprise for sure.
Leaving his room, the door hissed air as it opened and the recombinant stepped into the hallway, seeing Spider trying to calm you and reason with a scientist standing before you at the same time.
“I have permission from general Ardmore.” The man said, tapping his digital pad.
“What’s going on here?” Quaritch asked, his eyes narrowing.
Seeing the commander of the unit appear, the scientist shrunk a little. “I have orders to take the native out for tests and take DNA samples.” He spoke as firmly as he could and Quaritch glanced at you, seeing your ears pinned back as you glared at the human, Spider in front of you, holding onto your wrist.
“This one is mine. We need ‘er.” He spoke simply while crossing his arms, seeing you narrow your eyes at him.
“I don’t think you understand the importance of having a live subject to compare your own bodies to, colonel.”
At that, the man felt his tail flick in annoyance.
“Far as I’m aware, our bodies work fine.”
“With all due respect, you’re old, sir.”
At that, Quaritch straightened as Lyle – who had been looking at the scene from around the corner in his own room – stepped out, offended. “We’re what?”
“The recombinant program was founded a while ago. We hadn’t found need to use it until recently with you all, but the DNA that was sent back to earth together with your human ones happened… well I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s near the beginning of the avatar project.”
Hearing it, Spider glanced back as well and Quaritch did all he could to remain collected, somehow trying to will his tail to stop whipping.
“The technology wasn’t there yet, I suppose. But what’s that got to do with her?” The colonel asked, pointing his thumb at you while glaring down at the man in white. “You know what the Na’vi look like. You don’t need her to compare stripes.”
At that, Lyle stepped out. “You don’t have the clearance to be in here. If you need something, you can ask for a meeting or scheduled visit, like all the rest.”
Turning your head around, the two men stood tall behind you, glaring down at the scientist. As if overnight, they had gone from hostile enemies, to defending you, making your head reel.
Annoyed, the scientist took a step back.
“I have orders to bring her along.”
“And we have orders from Ardmore to use her for integration and tracking. Ours has priority over your little scientific snibble project.” Quaritch spoke coolly, leaning down to the man’s height. “Sod off, come back with an actual order of relieve. Until then, the native is under our jurisdiction.”
Angry yet outnumbered, the man huffed into his mask, stepping back. “Fine, I’ll be back.” With that, he turned tail and marched out, yet Quaritch humorously noted the tight walk.
Once the air seal door shut, the recom turned to his lieutenant.
“Get everyone ready, we’re leaving early. Move out is in three hours.”
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