Decepti0n

hmm i like this a lot

König, albeit a little offended, is visibly confused

"You give this dog my callsign?"

Horangi shaking, struggling to hold in his laughter as you attempt to pin him down with a glare but the man won't even look at you as he hides his snorts

You've only known König for some time and it's only due to Horangi bringing him over every so often, but even with the little sense of familiarity you're not comfortable enough to even begin to offer an explanation to the man

You wish Horangi would stop torturing König and simply explain that when the dog was adopted he already came with this name, and neither of you wished to change it for it was befitting of the pet

Every surface was covered in some kind of marine mammal trinket. Stuffed whales on the couch, cardboard models of porpoises on the walls, even videos of fish swimming on the tv.

Wifey stood nervously in front of Simon as he took in his surroundings.

“Where’d you find blue lightbulbs?” Simon asked after a moment, looking up toward the ceiling light.

“I colored them with sharpie,” wifey squeaked.

He nodded. “A’right,” he hummed. “Is the whole lot like this? All blue, I mean.”

She nodded. Wifey led him to the bedroom toward the back of the apartment. As Simon suspected, everything except for the bed was covered in various shades of blue. It looked like an marine biology textbook.

The bed, as he noticed, was more fish inspired. Fish blankets, coral bedsheets, fish shaped pillows. It was… cute.

husband!simon attending your doctor's appointment contents: fluff, simon being intimidating wc: 292

you walked into the clinic looking rough, to say the least. dark circles underneath your eyes from the lack of sleep you've been getting recently. your nose flushed red from constantly rubbing it during the day.

your attire was no better as you wore one of simon's hoodies that nearly fell to your knees, a random pair of cartoon pajamas you found in one of your drawers, and a pair of uggs.

but with the large man you called your husband, silently following behind you like a shadow, you felt better. 6'5 and hulking with dark, piercing eyes underneath his skull-designed baclava, scanning the area and ensuring your safety as he always did.

the receptionist hurriedly gets you situated after accidentally glancing over at simon. quickly sliding paperwork under the clear divider.

you write leisurely, jotting down and encircling everything that relates to you before handing it off to simon to give to the receptionist, who quickly uploads the information to your file.

you are soon called, the nurse's smile faltering when simon gets up after you.

as you go through the standard medical process, simon stands at the doorway, making sure the nurse doesn't miss a detail.

it was the same when the doctor came in, simon, now sitting in one of the guest chairs. thick biceps bulging in his black t-shirt as his arms crossed and sent the doctor a death glare when he spoke over you.

or when you added something, but your throat ache softened your voice, simon's low voice vibrating throughout the small room, "she's tryin' to tell ya somethin'."

you left much similarly to how you entered the clinic with simon being your personal bodyguard.

because when he was around, nobody would ignore you.

Childhood best friend reader: I'm obsessed with you.

König: Ahah... What.

Reader: If you die before me, I'm going to make you into a doll, prop you up by the table and pretend like it never happened.

König:

König: Okay.

Ughh anoonn omg I love this, also, I tried my best, but I think this is like the first time I actually write König, so please bear with me as I try to write him correctly (I'll always say this with new characters bc I'm a bit of a perfectionist)

König has always been a weird kid. He was taller, bigger than most, awkward, shy and anxious. That, combined with his looks, which weren't the worst, but he did have this naturally cranky resting face, made people stray away from him.

So when he was 8 and you suddenly appeared in his life, sitting beside him on lunch and classes and talking his ear off when he was too anxious to manage to talk, filling in where he'd have to answer, he was happy.

You were his closest friend, probably the only too. You weren't as casted out as he was, but you still chose to make time for him, even as you two grew up and you started making other friends and going through puberty, you were still always beside him, talking away.

He slowly started enjoying your voice. He kind of hated how much you talked before, being always restless and fidgety, having to also listen to you yap endlessly was a bit overwhelming; but after some time he just kind of developed a taste for it. He especially enjoyed when you'd let him fidget with you as you talked, be it braiding and playing with your hair, doodling whatever on your arm, tracing your palm. Whatever it was, he loved it, helped him to focus on the continuous string of words coming from your lips and fidgeting with your soft hair or skin.

Though after you two got older, he started noticing how weird it would look, and he definitely did not have a crush on you, so it would be weird to be so touchy with you, right? But you never seemed to care, you actually looked more annoyed when he tried pulling away and acting casual instead of the dynamic you two always had.

When you were 17, he broke the news about him joining the army. It wasn't even on some important day like prom or something, it was just another day you two were lazying around on your spot by the abandoned skate park, he was awkwardly lying down with his head on your lap, despite liking it, he's still so bad at just enjoying your touch without overthinking it.

"Okay"

You had hummed, brushing your hand through his short hair, kind of sad it'd be cut off in the army

"But if you die before me, I'm making you into a doll"

you murmur, when he looks back up at you, you're frowning, looking at the ground but not at him, and he sees the way your bottom lip trembles in that way when you're holding in tears.

"I'll prop you on a table and pretend nothing ever happened"

you whisper, then glance away. He feels that familiar knot on his throat, begging for him to just say it, just tell you that he'd write, and that he thinks he loves you in that way your cheesy romances talk about. But he doesn't, because he knows he doesn't have a chance with you. Or at least that was the spiral of overthinking he was falling into again before he heard what you murmured

"Guess I'll have to take the doll to prom too, then"

You had whispered, quiet so he wouldn't hear, but he did, he did hear, he heard it and immediately felt his heartbeat in his ears, eyes wide as saucers, breath hitching.

"What?"

He had breathed out that day, but you hadn't heard him, and he never had the courage to repeat himself, never had the courage to bring up that topic again, even when you hugged him goodbye when he was leaving, even when you kissed his cheek so close to the corner of his mouth he could just turn a little and.... He had squeezed you tight that day, feeling helpless and anxious at the thought of going through military training without you by his side.

He should've said it, he should've. It's been almost two decades and he still regrets it, never once looking at anyone without getting anxious suddenly, remembering how he didn't say it to you, never managing more than a handful of hookups that aways ended with him vanishing as soon as it was over, too caught up in how he'd start once again fidgeting and spiriling thinking of how he didn't say it.

And after the first few years, your letters had been more and more scarse, and his too, with the missions and all, it was difficult to keep contact, and he was too much of a coward to go after you, too much of a coward to visit when he was on leave, always convincing himself you probably wouldn't even remember him.

That is, until one night, he was dragged to a bar by the others, he wasn't sure if he was all that into it, but the alcohol did make his anxiety seem lesser. He was looking around as the conversation in his table continued on, eyes drawn to a group on the bar...a group with someone he was pretty sure he knew.

It was only when he noticed a little doll (a bit worn from age) seated on the bar by that same person, and when they, almost like sensing his gaze, turned to look at him, his heart did summersaults. You, it was you. What were you doing here? Is that a doll of him? He looked nothing like it anymore.

You had frowned, and he suddenly was reminded he was wearing his hood, and that you wouldn't recognize him. He felt dumb, and once again, like a coward. How would he be able to come up to you and tell you he missed you? You probably forgot him, or hates him for not writing, or...

The men on his table cheer drunkenly when you come up to them, to him, the doll of him being held by it's little arm in your hand, you stare at him much like he's staring at you. When your eyes meet, he feels suddenly anxious, restless, he should probably leave, panic surging up his throat, mixed with such a level of yearning he doesn't know if he bolts or begs for your touch.

He doesn't have to, though, because you frown and tilt your head, lips parting to speak out softly.

"König?" He can't help the broken sound that leaves his throat as he nods "that's what they're calling you now?...huh"

You stare at him and the silence stretches long, way too long, before he forces that dammed knot out of his throat, feeling ever the more frustrated, angry at himself. He's a soldier! He can just say those words out loud!

"I love you— Missed you" he blurps out before he can stop himself "should've said it before I left."

He expects you to shrug it off and tell him you don't care for it, expects the worst, but you smile, grin, actually, and nod.

"Good. I do too. Thought you knew it already, seems like you didn't."

you pull at his hood, forcing him to stand and stumble towards you. You don't really say anything as you pull him, not caring for his friends or your friends, who laugh at you two. He doesn't question it either, he's not sure why, he knows he probably should, but like this he can smell your perfume and see how you've grown and he's just so focused on how his heart is beating like crazy at your words.

You pull out your phone, calling a cab, and when he manages to ask what you're doing, you look up at him, smiling like a kid that just got itself a Christmas present.

"Taking you home"

He doesn't object, why would he? He always liked that you didn't expect him to fight his anxiety and just took the reigns like this. He just nods, his hood hiding the stupid grin in his face as he leans in and hoods his chin on top of your head and rests his hands on your hips, he'd blame it on the alcohol later, but you don't seem like you care, as you back lean against him like nothing changed.

Muna

Olio

Kusiainen

I just looked up how google translate would translate "kusiainen" and wow that is not even mildly close to what I'm saying

Roach: Cutely googling what I've been calling him for the past month

Roach: ...

Roach: Cutely closes google and puts his head into his hands

Anon...I tried translating it so I could get an idea of what Roach would've found out, but there wasn't any translations?!?? Weird ass google, never trust these machines smh. Anyways!!

After a while in this relationship, you had started to get more affectionate with Roach. Despite his silence in words, he was loud in actions and other forms of showing his love, and you had you little ways too.

One of those was calling him petnames in your native language. It started small, just a slip up here and there, then, it became conscious. Calling him these petnames left a warm feeling in your chest, like connecting him to this more intimate show of love, showing something that usually was used with people from your childhood or family, it felt...tender, sweet, delicate.

He loved it too, melted the moment you said it, would come back from ops and beeline to you just so you could lessen the weight on his shoulders with soft touches and quiet whispers of words he didn't know, but it reminded him you loved him enough to show parts of you that were reserved to those you loved. And the way it made him warm all over to listen to the way your voice relaxed while speaking the language that was much more natural to you than english, or feel how it vibrated off your chest in a relaxed rumble had him flushing and holding himself back on jumping your bones.

Eventually, he decided he should probably try and understand at least a little of that part of you. What kind of lover would he be if he didn't even do that?? He started simple, yeah, just understanding the petnames, that was a start, surely.

Only he had his heart broken when he translated it, finding out you had been calling him...no, that shouldn't be right, you wouldn't do that, right? He was sulking, to say the least. He pouted and avoided you, scared of hearing you say it and too embarrassed to ask you about it.

You had none of it. How come the man of your life is suddenly vanishing whenever you spot him? Not cuddling with you or kissing you or..or anything! You were confused, worried, a bit infuriated that he just started avoiding you without a text or anything.

You eventually corner him, because you wouldn't let that continue, no way. Frowning and crossing your arms, notepad and pen in front of him as you waited for his answer to why he was off.

When he does write it down, you can't help but laugh, only to coo at him and giggle, kissing him and gently explaining that sometimes literal translations can be weird and completely off. He sulks for a bit more, but soon it turns to him demanding you explain the translation of different words and phrases you say throughout the day, enjoying the way your voice sounds as he traces your palm and this time, a dumb machine doesn't try to ruin his perfectly good relationship.

"What the fuck man"

Gromsko: Oh dear, have I frightened you with the *whispers* s word?

I have still no idea of anything about this guy, he's downright an oc by now, but I mean..yeah, sure, this is funny lol

Gromsko was talking to some other polish soldier close by, you knew it when you heard his voice in his native language. You walked closer, usually you weren't close to the polish operator, but these past months have gotten you two pretty close, specially with his weird squirrel antics.

You're about to say something when you hear him say that hellish word perfectly amidst his polish, which makes whatever you were going to say die in your throat as you grumble.

"what the fuck"

You huff, angry that even he can say it. He turns to you with wide eyes, patting your shoulder and cooing.

"sorry, sorry I forgot. Was it the s word?"

He whispers, like you'd be scared if he said it. You scoff at his words, annoyed he's now making fun of you, you flip him off and stomp away, not even noticing he's sighing and shaking his head, pitying you and your fear.

See, Kyle is much more online than the rest of the others, and coincidentally, he might have stalked his socials until he found your account. When you first saw a dm from an attractive younger man, you almost ignored it thinking it was just another guy trying to get into your pants, but then you saw him talking about Simon, and curiousity won.

Kyle felt incredibly victorious as he texted you, just polite greetings and congratulations on the wedding, but the best part was texting you while he was right next to Ghost, a wave of satisfaction going through him that, after a month of trying to convince the lieutenant to introduce you to them and receiving big no's, he knows who Ghost's bird is. Though it ended being a simple interaction where you asked if he worked with Simon and chatted for a few minutes, Kyle already felt accomplished enough.

"Simon"

he heard as soon as he walked through the door, finally back home after deployment. He knew that tone, so he carefully took off his mask and boots, walking in with his duffle bag in one hand, stepping slowly to where you were in the kitchen, he blinks and frowns at you.

"Yes, luv?"

He says tentatively, feeling like he was stepping into a mission much worse than the ones he had lived through his whole life: his angry wife. He knew you wouldn't yell or be genuinely angry at him, but he loved you so much! He didn't want his pretty bird to be frowning and looking at him like that.

"When were you planning on telling me your task force didn't even know about me?"

You raise an eyebrow and cross your arms, his eyes momentarily drawn to your pretty apron and how domestic you look tonight, and maybe also on the way your clothes hug your curves, suddenly feeling very hungry. Though he snapped out of it when your words registered in his mind, but you were already continuing.

"These men work with you, have saved your ass God knows how many times now, and you didn't even mention me to them? W

Did they even know about the wedding, like, at all?"

Simon nods and hums quietly, trying to form a plan in his head, but all he managed was to slowly walk up to you with those kicked puppy eyes he gets whenever you're mad. And damn it, it always makes you soften up, sighing and kissing him, he immediately relaxes, big hands resting on your hips as he sighs softly.

"They're coming over for dinner this week, and you better not hide your marriage anymore, mister"

You murmur, and he let's out a grunt, nuzzling his face against your neck. He was so focused on trying to nake you less mad, that he didn't even question how you knew that. And honestly? He didn't care much right now, he was back to his missus and you were pouting at him, made him want to kiss it off of you.

"'m not hiding" he murmurs against your collarbone "just don't go saying it aroun'. Don't wan' you t'have a target on ya back because 'f me"

He squeezes your hips, slowly pawing at your curves and holding up close. Only pulling back to look down at your eyes and kiss you, slowly pushing you back until he was sitting you on the kitchen counter.

You cup his face in your hands, watching as this behemoth of a man melts under your touch. Your wedding band glinting under the soft light of the kitchen.

"You're lucky you're too cute for me to be mad at"

You whisper, and he hums, nuzzling in against you and just soaking up your presence, humming something you can't really make out.

"Just show me how she looks!"

Johnny was grumbling with Kyle, who had explained to him and Price how he got into contact with you and told them about the dinner invite. Ever since that moment, Johnny was pestering Kyle wig wanting to see a photo of you, his curiosity killing him. Price was quiet, looking like he was still processing the fact that his lieutenant was married.

Before they even knock on the door, Simon's opening it up, looking at them and locking eyes with Kyle, a knowing look on the blonde's eyes giving Kyle the impression he's put a target on his back. But it all melts out of the lieutenant as soon as your voice is heard from inside, asking him to help set the table. He steps aside for the three men to step in before closing the door and walking to the kitchen.

The house is nothing like they imagined for Simon Riley. It has plants and decorations and an overall cozy vibe to it, the house is filled with the smell of seasoning and good food. Johnny is already sauntering to where Simon walked off to, Kyle and Price sharing a look as they follow.

Look, they knew you were real, Kyle talked to you, Price saw the marriage documents, Johnny saw how Simon would call you every now and then when he wasn't on leave. But it still was a surprise to see you here. You were smiling warmly at them, Simon setting the table as you finished cooking. You happily greet them and hug each of them, leaving each one more stunned than the last.

It's not everyday they have a sweet bird smiling and talking sweetly to them, and it makes them stop a little — at least Kyle ans Johnny. Price is a bit less stunned by you, but still looking amused. He smiled and complimented you, in that way a father would do to a daughter-in-law.

Simon watched from where he was. He wasn't sure what he had expected, but seeing Kyle and Johnny get flustered under your care and attention and seeing Price look so amused about you had some strange ache settling between his ribs, something about seeing the people he cares most about all reunited.

He can't shake that ache from his chest, so he does what he always does when he's feeling soft; he comes up behind you and hugs you, face in your shoulder as you talk, big hulking form relaxing when you finish talking and turns to him. Gently coaxing words out of him, whispers that go about the usual routine of this. "Big feeling, love?" You'd whisper "why? What's making you feel like that?" Slowly getting him to understand and process whatever feeling it is.

The boys watch with varying degrees of awe. You two are just...good for each other. He's a steady presence, grounding you; and you, a guiding voice to help him sort through his feelings and thoughts. Patiently letting him feel what he needs to feel without expecting anything from him.

They can't help but understand why he'd keep his marriage quiet when this is what he's risking losing if the wrong person finds out. They also understand why he'd take your last name rather than his own — they're pretty sure he'd do anything for you if the way he looks at you is anything to go by.

The rest of the night is easy. Too easy. Simon still feels that ache, but it's also something good, when he sees the other men look so relaxed and at ease in his home, and you, he can't help admire how you so easily worm your way into their hearts too.

When they leave, Simon feels lighter from a weight he didn't know existed, you're teasing him about still being mad he didn't tell the boys about your two, and said boys are smiling to themselves, glad Simon found you, someone that makes the man soft, domestic. Makes of the soldier a man, if you will.

Maybe you were a troubled teen too; quiet, shy, anxious, always reading something or sketching something. Maybe you, for once, decided to say hi to him, he was alone, and you couldn't understand why the kids didn't talk to him — he was handsome and seemed nice.

At first, he was confused, you looked too nice to want to talk to him, all shy manners and quiet voice. He didn't say anything, just went back to what he was reading. And you sat beside him, eventually starting to read your own book.

After the first few weeks of you just quietly saying hi to him and seating with him on classes and breaks, he slowly started relaxing around you. You didn't tease him about his family, didn't look weird at his bruises, didn't comment on anything. Well, not about that anyways. You did comment about your book, or about the book he said he read because you read it too! Such a fun thing to talk about shared interests!

He found out soon enough you weren't really quiet. Just shy and anxious, but you liked talking, and even if at first he was annoyed, after some time, he sort of enjoyed hearing you yapping about books and movies and comics. And after a few months, you two turned to a pair. Wherever he was, you were right behind, and wherever you were, he wasn't too far away.

It went from books and comics to crushes and school drama, skipping class to drink or smoke on the empty skate park, dishing your parents, just general teen stuff, but stuff Simon would've never really experienced if it weren't for you. You were the only one who knew about how Simon's home situation was, and you never judged.

He really adored you. God, did you even notice how he just never looked at anything other than you when you were rambling about whatever shit he couldn't give a fuck about. He'd stare at how your eyes lit up when you looked at him, how your lips looked when you smiled or when you were talking, how your hands looked compared to his. He was tall-ish and a bit awkward, but as the years went by, he looked a bit less awkward, filled in a bit more.

He felt silly, the first time he actually noticed how he liked you. He felt stupid, you were his best friend, well, his only friend, and he was pinning, all dumb when you'd look at him, trip over his words when you'd giggle, it made him wish the ground would swallow him and his weird hormones.

It didn't lead to anything, sure, you wanted to go to college and he was going to enlist, so he never even made a move on you. You were the one who actually did something — even if it wasn't really a big move, it felt like it when you whispered in as you two shared a cigarette late at night.

"Wanna go to prom with me?"

You smiled at him like you didn't just make his heart start beating so hard he thought he was going to die, his stomach clenching and his ears bright red as he nodded, grunting, not managing to actually answer.

When he recalls that time, he really doesn't feel that bad, sure, his life was shitty, but you weren't, hell, you were single handedly the one who made his teen years as good as they were, even if just a little.

You had looked breath taking that night, he even made sure to save up and buy a suit that matched your outfit, you two danced, you laughed the whole time, he walked you home, sure, he never got the chance to make a real move on you, but when you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips that night, his knees almost buckled.

"Write to me, 'kay?"

You whispered to him, patting his chest before pulling back. He did write, and you'd write back. Soon enough his life in the military was too much to always write a letter to you, and you were too focused on college life to be able to write as much.

Yet every month, every single month, at least one letter found it's way to him, and it helped, you helped. Over the years, he changed bases, went through shit that broke him, made him less Simon and more Ghost, and of course, you wouldn't write, he was sure you moved on, and he wasn't angry, couldn't really.

He never really tried to move on for you. He didn't care for love in his life, and while he did hookup a few times, it was easy to just not try to let go of that ache he still has when he re-reads your letters.

It wasn't until a tap out ceremony, one he really didn't want to go to, but he trained these soldiers, so he gave it a go. He didn't really like remembering his tap out ceremony, he stood there the whole time until he was the only one there, before walking back to the barracks alone.

He was watching as the soldiers were tapped by lovers, brothers, mothers, friends. Standing off to the side in position. It was almost ending when he suddenly felt something hit him. A small jewlery box hit his face, hard, and he grunted, glaring at where it had come from, only to freeze

You. You were there. Why were you there? What were you doing here? Did you date one of the soldiers? Why were you glaring at him? His brain was working overtime. He looks down at the box, taking it in his hand and opening it. It's the necklace he gave you after prom, the one he saved up the whole year to give to you.

He snapped out of his nostalgia when you hit his arm, grunting and glaring at you, but you just glared back, something in him, maybe that young Simon that still was in love with his best friend, cheered and laughed and smiled at seeing the once shy and anxious you be so bold.

Ghost: ...hm, sure

Soap: Hey! C/S!

C/S: Hm?

Soap: Yawns

C/S: Struggles to not yawn

Emerald boa hybrid C/S: Yawns like a emerald boa would

Ghost: ...

Soap: Cool right?

C/S means "call name" btw just thought to clarify

Anon, I had not seen how Emerald Boas' teeth look like, and I've seen those in various zoos during my life, so thank you for the terrifying sight in my research!

Just for context, I'm writing this pretty much based on my other snake hybrid post, and though I didn't say it explicitly there, the boys are hybrids too!

Soap is a Red Deer Hybrid

Gaz is a Sand Lizard hybrid

Ghost is a Wild Boar hybrid

Price is a puma hybrid

(all these based on native wildlife of the UK and Scotland ^^ )

It was a normal morning, Ghost was making his tea quietly, Gaz was sunbathing, Price was somewhere running drills, and Soap was with you last time Ghost saw him.

Suddenly, Soap appears beside Ghost, grinning like he's into some super funny secret, and Ghost can already feel tired just looking at it. You're casually slithering to where Gaz is sunbathing, looking tired.

"Lt! Lt, you have to see this"

Ghost raised an eyebrow at Soap, letting out a grunt as he, against better judgement, decided to indulge the scottish.

"Aye, Kite!"

Soap grins as he calls out to you, waiting until your eyes lock on him only to let out a long yawn. Grinning as he sees you make a face, struggling not to yawn too. To his amusement, you couldn't hold it in.

Your mouth opened slowly, then your jaw moves, terrifyingly wide, big teeth sticking out, and worse, you opened your mouth even more, big enough that you face is barely visible, only the set of multiple teeth and wide jaw, only for you to close it casually and stretch in the sun, all soft and relaxed.

Soap grinned at Ghost, who was frozen, his boar instincts screaming as he just watched that horrifying scene, he slowly looks at Soap, who is nodding along, like he wasn't the one showing this to Ghost.

"Scary, 'ight? Had me instincts haywire first time ah saw it."

You looked sheepish, calling out to soap angrily. You knew it was scary to see, but Ghost actually looked in awe now, after his fight of flight instincts weren't sending him buzzing with adrenaline.

" 's damn mortifying"

He mumbles, but it sounds almost admiring coming from him, which leaves you feeling a bit giddy, giggling. Of course you're too focused on those two to notice Gaz is frozen beside you, wide eyes as if he just saw his life flit by.

Johnny: What? Why?

Simon: Y/n is passive aggressively washing the dishes she asked me to do 6 hours ago.

Johnny: What? Why?

Simon: Y/n is passive aggressively washing the dishes she asked me to do 6 hours ago.

Could you please write the COD guys reacting to seeing his military crush bite an enemy in the throat, because somehow said enemy snuck up on them and, well, there wasn't much else they could do besides that, except like, die

So of course they chose to bite a guy to death, and he saw all of that

Is it #truelove or #ohmygodwhatwasthatgrossss 😭 /j

yk what's funny, i wrote a draft for this and turns out i never saved it... so here we go again

𖧧 Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ᵎ Price had always thought of you as an admirable and exemplary soldier who always completed missions with efficiency. He never questioned how your methos for completing those missions... until now. A cry was about to leave his lips when he saw the enemy sneaking up behind you, until he stood watching in shock as you responded quickly by biting into their neck.

ᵎ Simon could have thought of other... methods that you could have used when taken by surprise. Sure, he's seen unspeakable war crimes but this has got to be one of those top ten moments on his list of things he wishes to NEVER witness ever again. Let's just say the ride back was dead silent.

ᵎ Soap would have such a big, fat crush on you there isn't anything you do that wouldn't look attractive to him. You've done a number of things and he would just kick his feet and giggle to himself. Seeing you sink your teeth into the enemy's throat with agility only made him experience an initial shock before thinking, "wow, they're so resourceful".

ᵎ Kyle could see why you would do something like that but... why? Just why? You have a weapon, he was covering for you and was it really easier to go rabid on someone rather than pull your knife out? He didn't know you had that side to you.

ᵎ Roach is scared. He's running; he fears he might be next if you confuse him for the enemy. He stood aghast for a moment before booking it out of there.

ᵎ Alejandro is lowkey into that. He had been observing you, watching your moves to see how you would perform out in the field. He's heard so much about how quick your reflexes are when it comes to combat but he surely didn't expect this. He likes 'em a little crazy anyways.

ᵎ Rudy made the mistake of assuming you wouldn't react in time. He had pulled out his weapon and aimed at the enemy who was attacking you now, he heard the shot on his end and then paused for a moment. He saw two figures still on the ground, until you got up, blood dripping down your chin and for a moment he assumed the worst; that he had aimed incorrectly and hit you instead. Until he saw the bitemarks on the enemy's neck.

ᵎ Phillip is usually proud of whatever his Shadows do to eliminate the enemy. He doesn't care how they do it so long as the job is done. He's yelling over the comm what a great job you did until he hears... questionable sounds? The sound of choking, ok so he thinks you choked the enemy out until another shadow responds saying you just bit someone and the gurgling sounds was the enemy choking on their own blood. Well...

ᵎ Makarov would sort of just laugh. He's never seen you panic so much in a moment where you don't even know what to do and act on whatever idea comes into your mind first.

ᵎ Keegan was beyond weirded out. When he had told you to learn from Riley he didn't mean for you to also take out the enemy soldiers by ripping their vocal chords out, he had meant it mostly as a joke that even the dog had better skills than you.

ᵎ König does not know how to react, how he should react. He is mainly concerned and hopes this doesn't become a habit. Perhaps he should suggest you visit a doctor? Ah, for your... teeth. Yep, that's exactly why. Not to get a mental checkup too while you're at it.

ᵎ Horangi is off the rails himself, he is no stable man to judge how you take someone out. He did give you the advice to fight with everything and anything. He was only trying to teach the new rookie he had a little crush on how to survive out there. And boy was he amused to see you take that advice.

I wanted to give you some of Pticenoga's Borderlands AU backstory, how she was raised by Shade and before starting her shenanigans with Vaughn.

Plus a bonus comic about how she decided to set up a meeting for Vaughn and Shade, but didn't tell Vaughn who is supposed to be there x) Mostly because Vaughn has met Shade before in his macabre World of Curiosities museum and thought that Shade is too weird for him. Well, that's the kind of person that would raise a feral harpy siren, gotta deal with it!