Sgt. Reaper ☠️

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Do you ever think about what life would be like if you weren't in the military? Would you have a plan, sergeant?

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Sometimes. Never hurts to dream.

But no. No plans. My life is here. I don’t.. really know what I’d do if I was allowed to leave. Maybe live up in the mountains. A dog. Dunno, something simple.

I respect the dedication to the team, then. It's curious, how so many of us respond with "reclusing ourselves."

... Haven't thought that far ahead. I would probably have to keep traveling. One of the better parts of this gig, when we aren't hightailing enemies.

There’s a saying, something I read in a book once, while overseas. Took me a bit to translate it. Peace is from within, not from the out… or something like that. I never did finish translating it.

“Hey. Think I’m supposed to be handing you this. You Declan?” A friendly but raspy voice, as if always on the edge of needing to cough, pops up behind him.

- @sgt-reaper

(Hi!! Can I just say Spit is an amazing callsign! Lol. Hope it’s okay to rp with ya, if not feel free to ignore 😊 - Cassie)

declan tenses slightly at the unexpected touch before he turns, eyes flicking up to meet the soldiers own gaze. there was a second of silence between them before his eyebrows knit together. suspicion flashes across his face before shaking his head.

"yeah." he answers, voice a calm tone. he then looks down at whats being handed to him, a small sigh escaping his lips involuntarily. "whos askin'?" he tilts his head to the side.

She holds his gaze, ice blue eyes unblinking. Although heat flares underneath her neck gaiter from cheek to chin, well hidden luckily for her, beneath the fabric. She usually did the staring, not the other way around. People were usually bothered by the mask, but not him.

“Reaper. I do deliveries now.. apparently.” She responds back quick, if a little dry, as if amused by her own statement. Playing mailman for everyone these days. Then offers him the letter she’s been holding. “Got a letter for you.”

"right... wheres this comin' from, reaper?" he queries, waving the folded letter around as he tucks the shredded envelope in his pocket. his eyes dialed slightly, looking her up and down. he tacks on another question. "and whats your rank?"

declan wasnt interested in a soldier sniffing around in his business. it wouldnt hurt to interrogate the woman a little. being cautious was their job, right?

She tilts her head, eyes flicking down as he with a swift pinch at its edge, he tears open the envelope with deftness that catches her attention.

“Captain Marsh.” She shifts on her feet, straightening up fast into attention, a muscle jumping in her clenched jaw. Bubbling panic in her gut, making her insides feel like a swirly. Was this guy a higher up? They hadn’t told her what rank the person she was supposed to deliver that too. Only his name.

If word got back to them.. She could not risk that possibility.

“Sergeant.” She pauses, ice blue eyes blinking once, twice. Fingers twitching against her thigh to not reach up and pull her gaiter higher up her nose. “Sir.”

he flicks his gaze down to the letter in his hand, rolling his shoulders as if hes already lost interest. “relax, delivery boy. i aint your co.”

with that, he unfolds the paper, eyes darting over the words. his expression stays neutral, but a flicker of tension ticks his jaw before its gone.

“Right.” The word drags for a half beat. Head tilting, gazing at him as he reads the letter. An air about him that he did not care what was in it, or who had sent it.

Tension ripples across his face. A twitch of his jaw. She blinks and it’s gone.

Bonk.

She stares unending, a blue screened computer. Nothing or maybe too many things being processsed behind those crystal blue eyes.

“The Captain.. Captain Marsh.” She says, answering questions was… much easier than figuring out the rest. Although, the nickname was new. Didn’t get those much. Kinda liked it.

“Hey, got a second Jeanz?” Reaper whispers, it was rather late after all. That type of late that was just on the shy of obnoxious, especially when knocking on someone’s door.

Hopefully the mug she had in her hands would make up for the late night knock.

- @sgt-reaper

Hey! Thought I’d come say hi! Hope that’s okay. Been gone for a while and hoping to get back into it. I’ve seen Jeanz throughout and she’s such a gem. So I thought I’d come pop into your asks! ❤️ (Feel free to ignore this!) - Cassie

Jeanz, who admittedly, had fallen asleep on her desk, sat up straight at the knock on her door, rubbing her eyes. No one saw her asleep, her door was closed. "Aye, come on in!" she called, tilting her head as she saw Reaper, a smile on her scarred lips.

She steps in, footsteps silent. Unless you were looking at her, you wouldn’t have even known she was there.

“I.. err.. brought you coffee.” She offers the mug, head tilting, free hand coming up to tug at the edge of her own neck gaiter, adjusting it further up her nose. It seemed like it’s been a long night, if the bags underneath Jeanz eyes were anything to go by.

“Another late night?”

Her brow furrows, a crease cutting in the middle. “And to think I thought they couldn’t get anymore thick headed. Heard about the one.. uh Winston? Something about testing the durability of a parachute?” She asks, taking the offer and sitting down. Her back never touches the flat of the couch, ram rod straight.

She shakes her head, eyes crinkled and soft around the edges, reaching out with an open palm. “I don’t mind. Pass me some.” Jeanz looked out for them all, has saved everyone’s ass more than once. But who looked after Jeanz? The answer would not be no one.

“Hell, maybe we’ll even get it done soon enough that you can crash in your bed and not at your desk.” Reaper quips, raising an eyebrow as Jeanz stares into the coffee’s abyss. She knew that look well. The steady calculation of if it was worth it.

Producing a pen from god knows where.

“Only a little. I know the signs.” A shoulder blade lifts up, already dancing her pen across paper. The tension in her back easing, the rhythm of work always brought peace. She never was good at leisure time.

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” She drawls low, sharing that smile, pushing past the raspy crawl wanting to make itself known in her voice.

Silence falls for a bit after that, the steady sound of pen strokes back and forth against paper, creating a background noise one could easily get lost in.

She does not notice the looks, missing them in favor of keeping a steady rhythm of completed papers. Only looking up to ask for more, when her pile was done. One more paper done, was one less that Jeanz had to do tonight or worse tomorrow morning.

“Probably more comfortable.” She nods in agreement. Leaning up to stand. Section by section, rigid posture of a soldier at the ready, comes crawling back. The transition from something softened to battle ready was natural, easy, like breathing.

An amused sparkle grow in her eyes, as she watches Jeanz stretch out. Looking much like a cat after spending all day running about, ready to curl up for a nap.

“Hey, got a second Jeanz?” Reaper whispers, it was rather late after all. That type of late that was just on the shy of obnoxious, especially when knocking on someone’s door.

Hopefully the mug she had in her hands would make up for the late night knock.

- @sgt-reaper

Hey! Thought I’d come say hi! Hope that’s okay. Been gone for a while and hoping to get back into it. I’ve seen Jeanz throughout and she’s such a gem. So I thought I’d come pop into your asks! ❤️ (Feel free to ignore this!) - Cassie

Jeanz, who admittedly, had fallen asleep on her desk, sat up straight at the knock on her door, rubbing her eyes. No one saw her asleep, her door was closed. "Aye, come on in!" she called, tilting her head as she saw Reaper, a smile on her scarred lips.

She steps in, footsteps silent. Unless you were looking at her, you wouldn’t have even known she was there.

“I.. err.. brought you coffee.” She offers the mug, head tilting, free hand coming up to tug at the edge of her own neck gaiter, adjusting it further up her nose. It seemed like it’s been a long night, if the bags underneath Jeanz eyes were anything to go by.

“Another late night?”

Her brow furrows, a crease cutting in the middle. “And to think I thought they couldn’t get anymore thick headed. Heard about the one.. uh Winston? Something about testing the durability of a parachute?” She asks, taking the offer and sitting down. Her back never touches the flat of the couch, ram rod straight.

She shakes her head, eyes crinkled and soft around the edges, reaching out with an open palm. “I don’t mind. Pass me some.” Jeanz looked out for them all, has saved everyone’s ass more than once. But who looked after Jeanz? The answer would not be no one.

“Hell, maybe we’ll even get it done soon enough that you can crash in your bed and not at your desk.” Reaper quips, raising an eyebrow as Jeanz stares into the coffee’s abyss. She knew that look well. The steady calculation of if it was worth it.

Producing a pen from god knows where.

“Only a little. I know the signs.” A shoulder blade lifts up, already dancing her pen across paper. The tension in her back easing, the rhythm of work always brought peace. She never was good at leisure time.

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” She drawls low, sharing that smile, pushing past the raspy crawl wanting to make itself known in her voice.

Silence falls for a bit after that, the steady sound of pen strokes back and forth against paper, creating a background noise one could easily get lost in.

She does not notice the looks, missing them in favor of keeping a steady rhythm of completed papers. Only looking up to ask for more, when her pile was done. One more paper done, was one less that Jeanz had to do tonight or worse tomorrow morning.

“Probably more comfortable.” She nods in agreement. Leaning up to stand. Section by section, rigid posture of a soldier at the ready, comes crawling back. The transition from something softened to battle ready was natural, easy, like breathing.

“Hey, got a second Jeanz?” Reaper whispers, it was rather late after all. That type of late that was just on the shy of obnoxious, especially when knocking on someone’s door.

Hopefully the mug she had in her hands would make up for the late night knock.

- @sgt-reaper

Hey! Thought I’d come say hi! Hope that’s okay. Been gone for a while and hoping to get back into it. I’ve seen Jeanz throughout and she’s such a gem. So I thought I’d come pop into your asks! ❤️ (Feel free to ignore this!) - Cassie

Jeanz, who admittedly, had fallen asleep on her desk, sat up straight at the knock on her door, rubbing her eyes. No one saw her asleep, her door was closed. "Aye, come on in!" she called, tilting her head as she saw Reaper, a smile on her scarred lips.

She steps in, footsteps silent. Unless you were looking at her, you wouldn’t have even known she was there.

“I.. err.. brought you coffee.” She offers the mug, head tilting, free hand coming up to tug at the edge of her own neck gaiter, adjusting it further up her nose. It seemed like it’s been a long night, if the bags underneath Jeanz eyes were anything to go by.

“Another late night?”

Her brow furrows, a crease cutting in the middle. “And to think I thought they couldn’t get anymore thick headed. Heard about the one.. uh Winston? Something about testing the durability of a parachute?” She asks, taking the offer and sitting down. Her back never touches the flat of the couch, ram rod straight.

She shakes her head, eyes crinkled and soft around the edges, reaching out with an open palm. “I don’t mind. Pass me some.” Jeanz looked out for them all, has saved everyone’s ass more than once. But who looked after Jeanz? The answer would not be no one.

“Hell, maybe we’ll even get it done soon enough that you can crash in your bed and not at your desk.” Reaper quips, raising an eyebrow as Jeanz stares into the coffee’s abyss. She knew that look well. The steady calculation of if it was worth it.

Producing a pen from god knows where.

“Only a little. I know the signs.” A shoulder blade lifts up, already dancing her pen across paper. The tension in her back easing, the rhythm of work always brought peace. She never was good at leisure time.

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” She drawls low, sharing that smile, pushing past the raspy crawl wanting to make itself known in her voice.

Silence falls for a bit after that, the steady sound of pen strokes back and forth against paper, creating a background noise one could easily get lost in.

She does not notice the looks, missing them in favor of keeping a steady rhythm of completed papers. Only looking up to ask for more, when her pile was done. One more paper done, was one less that Jeanz had to do tonight or worse tomorrow morning.

“Hey. Think I’m supposed to be handing you this. You Declan?” A friendly but raspy voice, as if always on the edge of needing to cough, pops up behind him.

- @sgt-reaper

(Hi!! Can I just say Spit is an amazing callsign! Lol. Hope it’s okay to rp with ya, if not feel free to ignore 😊 - Cassie)

declan tenses slightly at the unexpected touch before he turns, eyes flicking up to meet the soldiers own gaze. there was a second of silence between them before his eyebrows knit together. suspicion flashes across his face before shaking his head.

"yeah." he answers, voice a calm tone. he then looks down at whats being handed to him, a small sigh escaping his lips involuntarily. "whos askin'?" he tilts his head to the side.

She holds his gaze, ice blue eyes unblinking. Although heat flares underneath her neck gaiter from cheek to chin, well hidden luckily for her, beneath the fabric. She usually did the staring, not the other way around. People were usually bothered by the mask, but not him.

“Reaper. I do deliveries now.. apparently.” She responds back quick, if a little dry, as if amused by her own statement. Playing mailman for everyone these days. Then offers him the letter she’s been holding. “Got a letter for you.”

"right... wheres this comin' from, reaper?" he queries, waving the folded letter around as he tucks the shredded envelope in his pocket. his eyes dialed slightly, looking her up and down. he tacks on another question. "and whats your rank?"

declan wasnt interested in a soldier sniffing around in his business. it wouldnt hurt to interrogate the woman a little. being cautious was their job, right?

She tilts her head, eyes flicking down as he with a swift pinch at its edge, he tears open the envelope with deftness that catches her attention.

“Captain Marsh.” She shifts on her feet, straightening up fast into attention, a muscle jumping in her clenched jaw. Bubbling panic in her gut, making her insides feel like a swirly. Was this guy a higher up? They hadn’t told her what rank the person she was supposed to deliver that too. Only his name.

If word got back to them.. She could not risk that possibility.

“Sergeant.” She pauses, ice blue eyes blinking once, twice. Fingers twitching against her thigh to not reach up and pull her gaiter higher up her nose. “Sir.”

“Hey. Think I’m supposed to be handing you this. You Declan?” A friendly but raspy voice, as if always on the edge of needing to cough, pops up behind him.

- @sgt-reaper

(Hi!! Can I just say Spit is an amazing callsign! Lol. Hope it’s okay to rp with ya, if not feel free to ignore 😊 - Cassie)

declan tenses slightly at the unexpected touch before he turns, eyes flicking up to meet the soldiers own gaze. there was a second of silence between them before his eyebrows knit together. suspicion flashes across his face before shaking his head.

"yeah." he answers, voice a calm tone. he then looks down at whats being handed to him, a small sigh escaping his lips involuntarily. "whos askin'?" he tilts his head to the side.

She holds his gaze, ice blue eyes unblinking. Although heat flares underneath her neck gaiter from cheek to chin, well hidden luckily for her, beneath the fabric. She usually did the staring, not the other way around. People were usually bothered by the mask, but not him.

“Reaper. I do deliveries now.. apparently.” She responds back quick, if a little dry, as if amused by her own statement. Playing mailman for everyone these days. Then offers him the letter she’s been holding. “Got a letter for you.”

“Hey, got a second Jeanz?” Reaper whispers, it was rather late after all. That type of late that was just on the shy of obnoxious, especially when knocking on someone’s door.

Hopefully the mug she had in her hands would make up for the late night knock.

- @sgt-reaper

Hey! Thought I’d come say hi! Hope that’s okay. Been gone for a while and hoping to get back into it. I’ve seen Jeanz throughout and she’s such a gem. So I thought I’d come pop into your asks! ❤️ (Feel free to ignore this!) - Cassie

Jeanz, who admittedly, had fallen asleep on her desk, sat up straight at the knock on her door, rubbing her eyes. No one saw her asleep, her door was closed. "Aye, come on in!" she called, tilting her head as she saw Reaper, a smile on her scarred lips.

She steps in, footsteps silent. Unless you were looking at her, you wouldn’t have even known she was there.

“I.. err.. brought you coffee.” She offers the mug, head tilting, free hand coming up to tug at the edge of her own neck gaiter, adjusting it further up her nose. It seemed like it’s been a long night, if the bags underneath Jeanz eyes were anything to go by.

“Another late night?”

Her brow furrows, a crease cutting in the middle. “And to think I thought they couldn’t get anymore thick headed. Heard about the one.. uh Winston? Something about testing the durability of a parachute?” She asks, taking the offer and sitting down. Her back never touches the flat of the couch, ram rod straight.

She shakes her head, eyes crinkled and soft around the edges, reaching out with an open palm. “I don’t mind. Pass me some.” Jeanz looked out for them all, has saved everyone’s ass more than once. But who looked after Jeanz? The answer would not be no one.

“Hell, maybe we’ll even get it done soon enough that you can crash in your bed and not at your desk.” Reaper quips, raising an eyebrow as Jeanz stares into the coffee’s abyss. She knew that look well. The steady calculation of if it was worth it.

Producing a pen from god knows where.

“Only a little. I know the signs.” A shoulder blade lifts up, already dancing her pen across paper. The tension in her back easing, the rhythm of work always brought peace. She never was good at leisure time.

“Don’t shoot the messenger.” She drawls low, sharing that smile, pushing past the raspy crawl wanting to make itself known in her voice.

Silence falls for a bit after that, the steady sound of pen strokes back and forth against paper, creating a background noise one could easily get lost in.