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Although I believe in Cold War supremacy, bo6 is a good game and I do enjoy the story. Here’s a look into Bell being a part of the Rook crew, mostly daily life and not any specific mission or endgame stuff.
I’m sorry this is a day late-
- Now I personally see Bell coming as an ally of Adler’s, similar to Sev. Either Adler had left a clue about Bell or Bell found out and showed up like the menace that they are.
- It took time for the rest of the crew to get used to Bell. For Woods, he was shocked. For all he knew, Bell was dead. Depending on how Bell arrived, it was the same reaction. Sev, Felix, Case, and Marshall don’t have as strong of a reaction to Bell’s first appearance, more or less curious and cautious.
- Marshall doesn’t exactly trust Bell, at least at first. He’s willing to give her a chance, but still. Marshall is just looking out for his team, after all. He does eventually warm up to her though after a week or so.
- Bell and Adler definitely have tension between them, and it’s noticeable for the rest of the group. Do they get into major fights with each other? Not really. If they did, it wouldn’t be in front of anyone in the group. More just… Bickering. Snarky comments. Bell hasn’t forgotten what Adler did to her, after all.
Yet, though Adler absolutely hates to admit it, they both do get along. Bell often hangs out with him when it’s not with Case or Woods, not that she doesn’t spend time with the others.
Bell is still trying to work on how she feels about Adler…
- Bell and Case get along extremely well. Brainwashed protagonists have to stick together, right? Bell gives Case advice, Case shows her his killing tactics, both train together some days, and they discuss other things as well.
- Bell actually can relate to Felix’s mindset and doesn’t give him slack for not wanting to kill and sometimes tells Sev off despite getting along with her mostly. Free Being regretful of your past and being haunted by guilt is something she knows all to well.
- Despite the lovely scenery of The Rook, Bell can’t help but have her mind venture off to that day on the cliff, facing down Adler. Unfortunately, not much she can do about that, so Bell takes her mind off it by working on cryptography or read something.
- Bell still takes photographs, often insisting to Marshall that they’re critical. It has nothing to do with the fact she loves photography and reminds her of the Safe house back in West Berlin and Lazar. None at all.
- She has her own theories about Pathenon, but nothing concrete. A part of Bell wants to believe that they were the ones responsibility for what happened to her, but she knows it’s just a theory. A GAME THEORY-
- Everyone, yes even Adler due to Marshall’s insistence on making sure everyone is on the same page, is more truthful to Bell than compared to her time at the Safe house in Berlin. She feels more… Included, which honestly makes her feel happy.
“To Avalon.” The woman sitting across from you raised a glass towards you.
“To Avalon.” You responded solemnly, clinking her glass before she burst out laughing.
“Oh, that’s good.” She sipped her champagne, stifling her giggles as you followed suit. Supposedly, this stuff cost a few thousand a bottle. It sure didn’t taste like it.
It’s a good thing this glass had the secondary flavour of successful revenge.
You’d torn the bloody arm off the Luttazzi family, evidenced by the carnage inside the villa behind you. To celebrate, you and your tenuous ally, Sevati Dumas had taken over the roof top terrace, still set up for the party the pair of you had gate crashed.
Luckily, you’d managed to keep the worst of the carnage inside, the alcohol supply was large, and hardly touched as the evening was still so young.
You stretched out in your pool chair as Sev leaned over to refill your glass, nodding for you to get on and drink more – there were a dozen more bottles waiting behind the bar.
When The Sevati Dumas has reached out to you to work together at taking out the Luttazzi family, you’d been hesitant. Her name was infamous, first as a guild assassin, then as a traitor, and now… something else. A hand reaching from the shadows, making alliances that ousted the current powers in Avalon in a river of blood, only for her and her mysterious financial backing to take its place. Sometimes it was quiet, a simple on day they’re there, and the next not; and sometimes it was violent. Very violent.
You placed your hand back into the bucket of half melted ice next to you, your knuckles still red and raw after your ‘negotiations’ with the Matriarch. The alcohol was running to your head, and fuzzily dulling the pain already.
All that you’d heard about her; yet the thing that had most taken you aback when you actually met Sev, was how beautiful she was. Even now, lounging in a deck chair, hair half matted, half spiky after she’s tossed her wig off, with shirt popped open and throat extended as she tilted her head back, draining another glass; she was breathtaking.
“Like what you see?”
“Huh?” You moved suddenly, trying to make it look like you weren’t staring. In your hurry, you knocked your glass to the ground. The fine glass shattered on the tiles, and the bubbles spilled over the ceramic.
She laughed and refilled her own glass before passing it over to you. “Here, creep. Have mine.”
“I’m not a creep.” You responded, but took the glass and drank, trying not to think about how her lipstick was rubbing against your lips.
“I know… You’re too pretty.”
You scoffed. “Keep that up, or I’ll break more glasses.”
“Oh… So that’s how you play.” she smiled. “How about a real celebration, then?”
She stood up, grasping the edge the table to steady herself as she grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the sunken sofa that surrounded the currently unlit fire pit. The champagne had rushed to both of your heads, leaving you half falling, half being tossed onto the soft cushions before she jumped on top of you.
You caught her in your lap, grasping her by her waist, barely registering it before he leaned down and kissed you.
You gasped, your hands tightening on her sides, before she knocked them away and reached down to pull her shirt off, buttons popping as she struggled, letting the wind catch it and toss it over the edge of the roof. A laugh bubbled out of your throat as you watched the expensive silk fall away like no more than rubbish, before looking back and seeing her undoing her bra, before the harness full of knives below it.
“So many blades…” you murmured, reaching up to touch one of the sheaths with your hand.
“Hey….” She caught your wrist and moved tour hand up to her tits. “The goods are up here, thank you.”
“Right…” you exhaled softly, cupping her boob in your hand, hoping that it wasn’t too cold from sitting in the ice.
She smiled at you for a moment, then reaches for the zip on your dress, tugging it down and revealing your own, without the difficulty of a bra to deal with, as the backless dress you were wearing as part of your cover hadn’t allowed for it. With the top peeled down, Sev lowered her body over yours again, smushing both of yours tits together.
You giggled. “That tickles.”
“Oh, really?” She grinned and poked your boob with a finger.
“Ow… That hurt.” You whined, mock pouting.
“Don’t give me that.” She rolled her eyes, before kissing you again, the sequins of your dress resisting Sev’s attempts to tear you further out of it, leaving you to wriggle like a slug until it slid down enough for you to kick it off, the shiny mass of material falling from your foot into one of the decorative water features that lead towards the bar.
“Oh, I knew you were good…”
“Only now?” You frowned at her.
“Yes, yes, you’re very talented, very skilled, very beautiful…” Sev pressed her fingers over your mouth as she moved to lie between your legs. “Hush.”
“Uh… huh…” you respond, as she pulled your thong off, and immediately licked your clit.
You groaned, and pressed your own fingers to your mouth, legs falling open wide, held up by the plump cushions, covered in fine soft cotton. Sev huffed, and tried again, pinching your clit and tugging on it. You squealed, but the sound was still muffled by your fingers.
“For gods sake…” She leant up, placing a warning hand on your thigh. “We’re out here on the top of the world. You scream for me, when we’re out here.”
“Oh… okay!” You cried out, forcing your hand away from your mouth, turning your head up to the paling sky, golden sun beginning to stretch across it from the west.
Sev smiled, and went back to eating you out with vigour, each loud cry from you rewarded with a soft kiss, or a deep curl of her tongue, depending on where she was. If you ever fell quiet, she was quick to pinch your clit and make you cry out again, thighs twitching as you lay limply on the sofa, barely able to lift your head.
After a moment, you realise she’s saying something.
“Let the world know what you think about it…. Scream it.”
“Ugh...” You groaned. “Fuck… Fuck the Guild!”
She chuckled. “That’s it… now, louder.”
“Fuck… Fuck the Lutt… Luttezzis!” You screamed, laughter bubbling up in your chest as you strained with the effort of forming words as you came, words eventually losing to your bliss, your back arcing as Sev silently ate between your legs, clutching your thighs as you whined and collapsed back onto the cushions.
Sev slowly sat up, wiping her mouth as you struggled out of your bliss.
“Oh, look at you…” she smiled, reaching for her trouser pocket, fishing out her camera and snapping a photo of you.
You watched her stupidly, not even thinking about the fact you might want to stop her doing that, or to cover yourself up.
“Just for the memories.” She winked at you as she tucked the camera away.
“Or black mail.” You murmured, eyes half closed as she stood up, staring down at you.
Your mind differs from your words – if she was planning to blackmail you with your own tits, that was a future problem. Currently, you didn’t care; you were looking at Sev, half naked and framed by the golden light of the setting sun. It’s almost poetic, how heaven sent she looked.
“Oh… you’re good.” She grinned, repeating her earlier compliment as she grabbed your abandoned jacket to replace of her shirt. Her grin widened as you whined softly when her tits disappeared from view. “I’ll be in contact. In the meantime, enjoy your spoils.”
“I will.” You sat up to watch her go.
You weren’t one to make allies. Usually, you were a one and done type person, with work and pleasure. Now though… you couldn’t wait for her next call.
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It was… late? Maybe? It was dark outside the Rook. Darkness usually means late.
Anyway.
It was a time. Case was quite drunk, and sat on the sofa with Sev, as everyone else had chickened out and gone to bed.
And somehow, the conversation had gotten here.
“I just… I don’t get how it works.” Case mumbled, tilting his head back against the back of the sofa. Indulging in the whiskey Adler had left out after the beers had been a mistake.
Sevati rolled her head around to stare at him. “You don’t understand how a dick goes into an ass?”
“No, I get that.” Case groaned, covering his face as Sev laughed. “Just… a dildo’s made of plastic, right? How does that feel good?”
“Silicone.”
“What?”
“They’re made of silicone.”
Case stared back at her, frowning. “You answered that too quickly.”
“You started it.” She nudged his shoulder.
“You continued it.”
That makes her laugh again. “Silicone warms up pretty quickly. Soon, you don’t notice it.”
Case stared at her again.
“So, I’ve heard.”
“Heard, huh?”
“Yeah?” She poked his chest. “Since you’re so curious, why don’t you try it and tell me?”
“Well…” Case thought about it. “I don’t mind if I do.”
That was the conversation that had got him here, perched on the end of Sev’s bed, watching curiously as she pulled on a strap-on harness, and opened a briefcase full of dildos for him to choose from.
“Why do you have all of these?” This whole outfit was a ‘bring only the essentials’ type deal. This… didn’t strike Case as essential.
“They’re useful. Occasionally, you run into a very insecure man who would lose his mind at even the slightest implication that he’d take it up the ass; so, I like to leave them little… well, not always, little, present.” She smiled, folding her arms. Case blinked. There was something about her that he was meant to be noticing.
“You… when did you take your shirt off?”
“Ten minutes ago. Thank you for noticing.”
“Oh…” Case laughed at himself. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Just take off yours.”
“Right.” Case did so, and picked out the most normal looking dildo from the lot. There was a neon green one that he hesitated over, but it would be a shame to deprive an uptight crime lord of that treat.
“Hmmm… respectable.” Sev judged it, fitting it to the harness as Case finished stripping down, and taking the bottle of lube from Sev’s hand.
She lay back, watching with a small smile as Case fucked his own ass open on his fingers, trying to keep the fuzziness at the edge of his vision away. The fact that none of the rooms had centralised electric lighting, relying entirely on lamps when there wasn’t sunlight, and hence were perpetually dim, was not helping.
Case was yawning before he knew it, and Sev got up and pressed her hand over his mouth. “Don’t you fall asleep on me now.”
“I won’t.” Case’s promise was mumbled into her palm. His own hands were still focused on lubing up his ass.
“Good.” She nodded, sitting at his side and watching closely until he had four fingers inside himself, his eyes closing again as he nudged his prostate, cock jerking between his legs.
“Hey…” She nudged his shoulder. “My turn.”
Case nodded, and dropped back onto the bed, already boneless, (apart from one), as Sev moved between his legs, rubbing the lube over the dildo, the wet sound loud over Case’s heavy breathing.
“This is platonic, right?” He murmured after a moment.
“Platonic?” She tilted her head. “Case… This is scientific.”
Case burst out laughing, clutching his chest as he tried to suppress his mirth, aware that it was still the middle of the night (probably). Sev laughed too, leaning on Case’s thigh, until Case took a deep breath in and nodded.
“For science.”
“For science.” Sev responded, and tilted the dildo down, nudging the head at Case’s hole.
Case sighed. The dildo wasn’t warm exactly, but it wasn’t cold. As Sev had said, before long, it warmed up and he stopped noticing the temperature difference. It still wasn’t the same as a dick. It was solid, slightly heavier than a dick, and veiner than any Case had ever seen – not that he was an expert.
That didn’t make a difference to how good it felt. Maybe it was because Sev knew what she was doing, but Case was full and happy, groaning, lying uselessly on the sheets as Sev fucked his ass, grinning down at him as he tilted his head back and groaned huskily, eyes blurring as he jerked back towards it, cock bouncing from where it lay on his stomach.
“So, Case…” Sev started as she rolled her hips forward. “How do you rate its similarity to a penis?”
“Uh…” Case raised his head slightly. “I…”
“Scale of one to ten, one being this is a vagina, ten being this is a penis?”
“How would you fuck me with a vagina?”
“Case…” Sev sighed. “First you don’t know how a dick goes into an ass, and now you’re telling me you don’t understand how a dick goes into a vagina?”
“Okay…” Case sighed. “Fuck you.”
“No, I’m fucking you.” Sev laughed again. “How does this compare to being fucked by a penis?”
“Oh, way better.” Case blurted out. “A thousand times better.”
“Good.”
Case chuckled in his throat, eyes closing as his gut tightened. His fingers tightened on the sheets as Sev leaned further over him, fucking him hard with each thrust of her hips. “Scale of one to ten. How hard are you going to come?”
“Uh…” Case groaned, cock jerking on his stomach with each thrust. “Yes.”
“A number, Case. We need a number. Science needs numbers.”
“One, ten… very much.” Case mumbled, and then he was coming, ass tight around the dildo, panting heavily, whining as Sev pulled it out, and left him there as she tidied up.
He struggled up himself as she threw his clothes back at him.
“So, Case, any additional comments?” She looked really put together after destroying him.
“Uh… well. It’s different from a penis in that it is non-reciprocal.”
“Ah… generally when guys fuck you, they come in your ass?”
Case laughed again. “They don’t in yours?”
Sev snorted with laughter. “They’d be lucky to.”
“So… what are our results?”
Sev shrugged. “Inconclusive. I’ll have to branch out into a wider range of test subjects sometime.”
Case chuckled. “Let me know when you do.”
“I will.” Sev watched as he stumbled to the door. “Case?”
“Yeah?” He turned back in the door way.
“Good night.”
“Night. Sleep well.”
“You too.”
Despite those wishes, he didn’t. Case was tucked away in a cot in the backroom of the house. Woods needed someone nearby, even if he wouldn’t admit it, and Case hated sleeping in a large empty room. He’d much rather squeeze unto a corner somewhere. Product of his time in the lab, probably. Plus, it worked out. There weren’t enough bedrooms anyway.
He woke up to Marshall’s typing at the computer, each clack sending a stab of pain through his skull.
“Hey Case. You… you look terrible.”
“Back at you.” He mumbled, slowly sitting up.
“Oh, by the way… I think Sev left something for you. I… put it with your stuff.”
Case grumbled, and half fell out of his cot as he tried to stand. Marshall had the decency to not watch him as he struggled up and stumbled over to his holdall to find what Sev had left him.
He lifted the flap on his jacket, and grinned when he saw something in a familiar neon green.
