word count: 1.5 nothing too triggering besides like bombs and gunfights
sort of first part
February 16, 19ā
āāā, Iraq
Jāāā āFāāā Valentine
Callsign: Cupid
He hated this. He absolutely hated being tossed around in the back of some military vehicle like a sack of potatoes. The worst part is he did not even have Nola, his beloved german shepherd and trusted battle buddy who he had gotten sometime after his second tour when her original handler had died. Truthfully, he was not suppose to end up with her but she had taken to him and they had been together ever since. She was bombproof. Quite literally as she had been blown up before which was one of the factors that had caused Cupid to leave Nola behind at the safe house, much to her displeasure. Oh well. At least she could terrorize the poor soldiers left behind as well.
A rough bump in the road brought Cupid back to reality and out of his thoughts. It was a simple mission really. Get in and get out. Cripple the heart of the operation causing the smaller branches to slowly die off. Not really something Cupid wanted to be doing if he was being honest with himself. Since the incident he thought that his days in the military was over. He was so very content with his days in the military being over. But no, of course he couldnāt be out and happy. He just had to be pulled back into this. They didnāt need a medic. They didnāt need a translator. They didnāt need him period but here he was.
At least he could steal glances his crush team member. Frank Woods had intrigued him greatly. So much so he had to remind himself it was rude to stare and think about those big muscular arms wrapping around him andā No! He couldnāt get distracted by ogling the man. Coworkers were a big no no. Something he had been reminding himself recently. Besides, he was a professional. He couldnāt think about these things when lives were at stake. Though, perhaps he could indulge himself a bit as it especially helped lessen his anxiety around being back in the field. All he could hope was things went well.
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It was kind of like riding a bike again as Cupid went through the motions of carefully infiltrating the base. He was sort of pleased to know that he was still an excellent marksman but that was probably due more to extensively hunting than his time in the military. Something just felt off though. Like there was something somewhat ominous in the air. As they split off the feeling only got worse.
He was paired with this Bones guy. Unfortunately, he didnāt get paired with Woods but that was probably for the best. Though a tiny part of him mourned he couldnāt see his new fascination in action. This Jones guy though, Cupid just thought he was bad news. Something about the way he walked and talked just rubbed him wrong. Always had since the first debriefing. Bones was too cocky and just a know it all. Not in a good way either. Cupid could admit the man was good at his job. They took out their targets easily as they made their way into the nearest building.
āI think we should split, Cupid. Ya know clear the building more quickly.ā
Cupid tried not to look too put off as he responded. He absolutely did not want his eyes off Bones. Sometime was up. He felt it in his gut. āI really do not think it would be the best idea to be separated right now. We should stay together to properly cover each other.ā
His answer obviously displeased the other man to an extent. He could just see it on the face of Bones as he got a scowl. āLighten up, kid. Itās not like youāre going to get blown to bits again.ā
Cupidās blood ran cold at the statement. Bones should NOT have known that about him. Though, he found it in himself to give a half ass breathy laugh. āYou are right. Let us split up.ā
Cupid tried to not high tail it out of there. He needed to get to the others. Something just was not right here and he didnāt feel like using the radio would be a smart decision. Truly the thought of a rat on the team was not something that he wanted to think about but at this point they needed to quickly complete their task and exfil immediately.
Somewhat carefully, Cupid took out a few guards with a couple well placed shots as he moved onto the next building over. He scurried into the building and hid behind the tail of a plane to avoid the beam of a flashlight. A A-4M Skyhawk, he noticed. None should have been circulation for the United States as production had ended a few years earlier but here was one either stolen or sold.
An annoyed huff and a bullet to the skull later, he was able to move further into the hanger. More stolen aircrafts of all types from all over. Granted, he wasnāt a pilot like one of his dear friends and could only name a few planes, but he did have a license to fly which he rarely used. It would appear that this place was a lot more important than their intel had originally reported.
Two more buildings until he would get to Frankās team. Surely the man would listen to him about his suspicions, right?
He almost was relieved for a moment until his radio crackled to life and he heard the voice of the last possible man he wanted to at the moment. Bones. That fucking snake.
āSorry boys, but Iām gonna have to cut this mission a bit short. Some big fish are real interested in this firepower and I fully intend to capitalize on this venture. Feel free to surrender to avoid a firefight or try to make it out alive. I guarantee you wonāt.ā
Before the man was even finished speaking, Cupid made the decision to haul ass to the rest of the team so that they could help fight it out together. There was way too many people to get out individually. Dodging bullets and taking down guards, he made it right in sight to the others. However, there was one thing that blocked his path.
To anyone else it would have been nothing a simple military vehicle. Really they were all over the Middle East. To Cupid, however, it opened up a nasty and barely healed wound. He felt like his bones were made of lead and he was being held underneath the iciest of waters. Time seemed to stop. So much so that he did not even notice a fuel tank had been struck until he heard an ear piecing whistle before everything went white for a moment. His vision came back first as he tried to get his breathing under control, scrambling to his knees as he took in deep breaths. Next his ears started to ring. Apparently the blast had knocked him to the ground. Before he could get up though, he was hauled to his feet and practically dragged as he was shoved into the nearest vehicle.
His heart fluttered a bit even if his wished it didnāt as Woods was the one that had scooped him up. It was probably a good thing his ears were still ringing because in his dazed state he might have said something stupid. The last thing he wanted to do was seem stupid to Woods.
Between getting his hearing back and shooting down anyone that stood in their way of getting the hell out of there, the rest of the mission was sort of a blur to Cupid. The next thing that was more clear to him was being in a helicopter tending to everyoneās wounds.
With steady hands, he cleaned a gash on Frankās arm almost mindlessly. After all, heād done it a million and one times. The repetitiveness of the movements allowed him a nice look at the manās defined arms. He wondered what it would be like to be crushedā
āI donāt need this, kid. Itās just a scratch.ā
Cupid cracked a small grin at Frankās comment. āA little preventative measures never hurts. After all, you helped him a lot but getting me out of there. Sorry for freezing.ā
Woods shrugged it off. āIt was nothing. Weāre all brothers here except for that fucking snake Bones. Iāll kill em.ā He grumbled as he lit a cigarette. āYouāve got a hell of a steady hand.ā
Cupid bit back his grin as he finished off the bandage. āWhy thank you. I certainly try.ā He cut the conversation a bit short at that for a few reasons. One, if he wasnāt more drained he would have definitely been aroused. The last place he needed a hard on was a squeezed into a helicopter with a few other men. And two, he was trying and failing not to blush like a school girl. He just hoped Woods didnāt notice his slightly red cheeks. Frank definitely did.
Hello friends! I decided to make this more focused on learning more about Cupid but I promise in the next one theyāll interact a bit more. Feel free to leave asks or suggestions because I love to talk and I very much appreciate feedback š«¶
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Uhhh no warnings I think except for smoking? Oh and mentions of bombs. Cupid is a repressed individual š
February 14, 19ā
āāāāāā, Washington D.C.
āāāā āāāāā Valentine
Callsign: Cupid
The irony of the situation was not lost on āāā, no Cupid as he was told to go by. It was the day of love after all. That did not mean he was not surprised when his heart started beating quickly, his hands became sweaty, and he could only stare at the man across the room instead of approaching him. It was so out of character. God, it made him so sick he could puke.
He had a crush. A crush of all things! That or love at first sight. Regardless, he had never felt this way to anyone before. All Cupid had known was one night stands or quick hookups with whoever was most convenient. Never coworkers, of course. He was not that unprofessional. Though this man made him slightly rethink that rule he sat for himself. Not that he could pursue anything of course. Besides coworkers being a big no no, he did not know if this man was gay or even the slightest bit interested in him. Hell, this was the first time they had ever met. That didnāt stop the fantasies though.
The fantasies that involved late nights, their breaths mingling, and definitely less than innocent thoughts that could have made even a prostitute blush. Cupid wanted him. Badly.
The voice calling him snapped him out of his thoughts as his uncle and the object of his affection beaconed him over. Though, he found it hard to focus on the words being spoken when he could look at the man up close. They were around the same height, close to the same build though Cupid was a bit leaner. He could smell the cigarette smoke that was stuck to the clothes of the man in front of him. Lucky strikes he thought. Regardless, they were cheap. Cupid would know instinctively fiddling with the lighter in his pocket. Quitting was harder than starting and it wasnāt the nicotine addiction talking when he found himself wondering if the manās lips tasted like cigarettes too.
It was truly awful and partly scary feeling. It was like all the confidence Cupid had drained into a puddle onto the floor. For someone known to be charming and have a sickeningly sweet smile, he felt completely out of his element. He did not feel this way when he was practically forced to enlist at such a young age. He did not feel this way when he was practically blown to bits and clinging to life in a hospital. So now why did merely standing in front this man make him want to hide behind someoneās legs like a shy child? God, he hated it. He hated the way his heart was about to beat out of his chest yet somehow he found it in him to smile politely. Or as much as he could. He would have to learn to act normal. He would have to be in close access with the man during this upcoming mission.
Finally, the hand of Cupid's uncle on his shoulder caused him to jump a bit as he looked towards the older man. A silent warning to get it together. A shaky smile on Cupidās part and a brief exchange of pleasantries had the conversation ending as Cupidās uncle and the man walked out of the meeting room and into the labyrinth of hallways that was the military base that Cupid never thought he would see again after his accident. He thought he would be a lot more uncomfortable stepping foot in these hallways again yet he found himself giddy. Perhaps this man had awakened something in him that intensive therapy had not been able to fix.
With a large sigh he pulled out a cigarette he should have thrown out before lighting it up and taking a drag.
āGod save the Queen.ā He huffed mostly to himself. Hopefully this new infatuation would not hinder the mission too much. Regardless, Frank Woods had lit a fire in him he didnāt know he wanted to extinguish. It was fascinating.
Summer writing and posting it??? Crazy I know. Uhhh I have nothing to say about this other than I wanted to give Woods a boyfriend. Maybe Iāll write more idk man this just came to me
- As my friend pointed out, yes, I did declassify the first letters of Cupidās name and nickname. Good luck guessing them
- The very lovely @fw-priyanshu asked, no Cupidās uncle is not CIA. Heās military but he does occasionally work with the CIA because it benefits him
- Speaking of the uncle, he was the whole reason Cupid went the military route as it was either university for business or military and he wanted to be a pediatrician so his uncle convinced him with the promise of being able to get through medical school if he enlisted
- He was born in London before shortly being dumped in an orphanage. He got adopted at 17 by his best friendās father though he has the last name of his caretaker from the orphanage
- He speaks English, Spanish, French, and Arabic fluently
- While he does have a relatively posh British accent, from being around his uncle who is a white southern man from the United States he had learned to mimic the manās accents for fun
- Heās an outdoorsy person. He likes fishing, hunting, etc
- He is the type of friend that is down for anything. You wanna get matching tattoos? Heās not particularly concerned about the design heāll get it
- He was technically medically discharged after his accident but his uncle made that go away so that he could be brought back on for missions
Hello friends! Hereās some fun facts about Cupid but also links to the moodboard for Woods x Cupid as I have no name for the series yet and the playlist so enjoy <3
Build: Mesomorph (lean and somewhat muscular but still pretty delicate)
Piercings: They has multiple ear piercings and switches the jewelry out occasionally.
Tattoos: One small tiger on one of their hips and thatās it because the pain was too much.
General Description: Sung-min is a person with a relatively slim but muscular build. They can always been seen wearing their glasses and school uniform. Very rarely do they wear Street clothes due to having no sense of style. If they happen to not be in their school uniform, then they are probably wearing a grey button up shirt with black pants/skirt and plain black shoes. They donāt usually wear brighter colors as to not attract unwanted attention.
āPersonalityā§
Main Personality Traits: Very neat, reserved, conceited, lazy, can be selfish, analytical, negative
ā³Summary/Background: A few years before Sung-min was born, his mother met his father. He was foreigner there because of the military (Iām telling you donāt date military men) and they almost immediately fell in love. She quickly got pregnant and followed him back to his home country where they were married. Soon after Sung-min was born, things went downhill and fast. Luckily, they were able to flee back to Korea, however, they had nothing. The only money they could manage to gather was just enough for plane tickets back. Their grandparents āallowā the small family to live with them as long as they pretty much fend for themselves. Their mother works tirelessly to send them to a good school so that they have a chance to make something of themselves since she believes that she blew her chance. Because of this, this leads them to living out a lie of being part of a wealthy family. During this whole time, their mother was pregnant with her daughter, Na-ri. Unfortunately, she has a condition that can be treated but needing treatments each month adds up. As their grandparents are unwilling to help and their mother is already working herself ragged, Sung-min took it upon themself to earn the money by picking up a side hustle. Needless to say, though their family still struggles, Na-ri has began her medical treatments.
Introverted/Extroverted: They are pretty introverted. Why would they want to go out and party when they can have just as much fun at home alone?
Temper Management: Their temper is about as short as they are. Even though they are somewhat patient, they are not a saint. However, once theyāre pissed off good luck because they will be dead set to ruin the day of whoever they need to just to let off steam.
Intelligence: Fairly intelligent, maybe slightly above average, but their grades are just meh as they doesn't put a lot of time into school.
Self-perception: They are a little bit conceited if not arrogant. Truthfully, they know that they donāt have the best head start in life and with their sister sick they find themselves living more in than moment than worrying about the long term future of themselves.
Fears: They are afraid that their sister will die before her treatments can be finished. They also canāt swim so water scares them as well as sharks.
āRelationship/Connections:ā§
Family: Mother (alive) āø Han Young-soo (still has her husbandās last name legally in most places)
Sister (alive) āø Han Na-ri
Father (deceased?) āø James Parker
Friends: [redacted]
Enemies: [redacted]
Other: N/A
āMiscellaneousā§
Occupation: Student at [redacted]
Affiliated with Workers
Hobbies: Cooking dishes from around the world, reading
Likes: Eating, cleaning
Dislikes: Obnoxiously loud people, hospitals
Quotes: āCry me a river so I can float away from you on it.ā
Zodiac: Capricorn
Voice Claim: TBD
Fun Fact: They canāt handle spicy food well but eat it again. Occasionally they will be eating with tears actively running down their face and thatās how you know itās spicy.
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