#screech cod

warning: sexism,

How are you veeling?

*she walks to the coffee out*

-Screech

[Icepick hums, a small, crooked smile slipping onto his face. He doesn't bother to smooth out his hair, rather he pulls the blanket tighter around himself.]

-Screech

The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they’d faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

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The panicked breaths of many can be heard when The Hunt begins. The rapid sound of feet hitting wet earth and hearts and lungs straining for steps, for distance.

The Hunt was a special time for those fortunate to be the hunters. It allowed them to possibly catch free prey, skipping the hefty task of finding on yourself.

The prey, hand picked, were unfortunate. Death seemed to be more a mercy than the fate that they'd faced if caught. A living blood bag, possibly more.

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*Screech grunts as she finishes her pull up.Dropping to her feet with huff, a sharp pain shooting through her scarred side. Sweat is dripping down her temple. She has a waited vest though is quick to take it off. *

Fuck

*She whispers. She has been trying to push herself more but the old scar feels like it's fresh for some reason. Maybe it was the ruined nerves biting because of the increase blood flow. *

Scheiße, komm schon. (Shit, come on)

Screech is constantly chasing down Ghost to do his checkups.

He’s suppose to check in with her after missions. Like most people are. Ya know, Just to make sure there’s no infection with scarring or what ever else. BUT this MAN just won’t.

So cue Prices smallest medic (5’2-5’3) marching through the hall pissed off cause now her coffee time is dedicated to hunting down this grown ASS MAN.

Hands slamming down on Prices desk cause it’s been TWO hours, her eyes twitching

“Vere iz he Captain?”