#exspetz

📂 - moe , trick & nik

moe. had a nosejob when she was sixteen.

trick. when he was a child, he was stupid shy. you'd never guess now lmao

📂 - wrenchie poo

[ sms ]: call me if anything goes wrong, okay? ; nikolai & yuri

18. a threatening text ; trick & yuri

15. a  text  containing  advice for ; nikolai & yuri

@exspetz said: ❝ Clean yourself up. You're getting blood all over the place. ❞

Aleksandr's breath hitches as he hears his commander's voice coming from behind him. He isn't one to get nervous, but something is rising in his chest and he can't tell if it's simply because Yuri is his superior or if it stems from the fact that Aleksandr holds some admiration for him. Instead of turning his whole body around to face him, he just turns his head.

❝ Everything went smoothly today. ❞ Words fall from his lips with ease but it doesn't remove the feeling that they felt forced, it's not what he wanted to say, but he doesn't think he could speak the words he craved to. He was a boy who forced himself into the position of a man without entirely understanding what that meant for him. In this moment, that showed on his face. ❝ Should my report be given to you directly or should I pass it off to Oleg first? ❞

@exspetz said: ❝ This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time. ❞

Her gaze refuses to leave him as he speaks. His face his fresh to her, but she's heard things in passing, and she doesn't know if she could or even should trust him. Yet still she'll tend to his wounds if he sought her assistance. That was an oath she would not break. Valentina can't hide how nervous she is as she cleans the cut on his forearm, but her hands don't shake as she drags the thread through his skin.

She takes a mental note of the art that decorates his skin. Words she didn't understand, symbols she didn't know the meanings of. Instead she sees it as a way to identify him in the field if his body had to be recovered. She takes a moment, pondering how she'd respond to his statement, or if she even wanted to respond at all. In her mind, it all stood still.

❝ You say that, yet you and I have the skill to either make that clock run faster or slower. ❞ The laceration has been closed, and the needle is tossed into a metal bowl that's filled to the brim with bloodied cloth. ❝ Funny, isn't it? How what may look like a small choice could result in saving, or even ending a life. All the things we could do with that, but here we are. ❞

" i seem to have a knack for that, " mishka mumbles in russian, hissing through his teeth as the medic applies gauze to the injury on his arm. a bullet grazed his skin, and it looks worse than it is. he shifts uncomfortably, glancing at his comrade with weary eyes.