#w4rfare

dibs but i confess to you in my deathbed that i forgot to say no homo after we've been married for 50 years. we... we were gay after all. always have been. i wish you'd known sooner. beep. beep. beeEEE

W4RFARE, IN HIS LETTERS TO THE CAPTAIN [ DELAY ]  one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes.  from soap.

✯ SIX IN THE MORNING; CONSIDERED LATE, ACTUALLY. SO, CHOP CHOP, TIME'S WASTING, MACTAVISH. SUNDAY MORNING IS NO EXCUSE TO BREAK AWAY FROM ROUTINE AND TRADITION.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, filtered tawny sunlight through the blinds on the side windows. All's quiet this morning, America, mind the birds chirping in the trees, but that's something nonurban and relaxing. The sounds of their breaths shifting in the early morning, not disrupting the peace, as Alex stretches to fetch yesterday's long sleeved button down, light Springtime wear fabric flowing in the air, passed around his shoulders, one arm in at a time. He needs to wear some; still a bit chilly at just-now sunrise, morning dew, and the nearby forested patch in his land drops the temperature below faraway Dallas. Dress 'er up, button 'er down. Fingers are a little lazy and slow at this time of day, but still dextrous and unerring from repetition—ROUTINE AND TRADITION, as all men proper ought to know intimately. Heavy head slumping forward while sat on the edge, heavy sigh and breathing in new air filled with newfound courage to face the day.

He's trying to fasten his leather strapped watch when the sneaky little snake in paradise slithers around behind him; kisses on Alex's shoulders and strong back, up into that rather inviting nape, showing Soap all the skin & bone in the world, ready for plunder. Johnny's lips around that vulnerable spinous process at the end of his neck draws a sharp breath into Alex, shiver down the spine, compels a man to straighten up his back and raise his head. An almost growl like exhale out of him, a man with some few slurs & rosy words for his princess he had in mind, but decided to just let him live. Johnny's hands wrap around Alex's chest, playing at his buttons rather than metaphorically pushing them, unfastening them starting from the top, while his hands were busy with the watch. Tempting viper hands slide into the shirt, palming at his pecs, before he could protest. Alex's own hands grip at Soap's forearm but don't resist or pull the intruding hand out of there. Glint of his aroused smile on the corner of his lips, but voice is still stern when he turns his head over to address the little devil on his shoulder. ❝Soapy.❞ It's hard to lecture a man named fucking Soap. Impossible to stay mad at those deep-blue, need-you eyes. ❝Behave, sweetheart. I need t' feed my dogs n' the lil' baby goats, now...❞

thundering, deafening clap as the titanic tiddies collide.

❝ MORTAL, DOTH THOU DAREST TREAD THIS LAND OF LEGENDS, HOME OF GODS, AND SEIZE THE TIDDYTH UNTO THY MEAGER GRASP? ❞

price finds him again in the midst of the firefight , tucked behind a stack of crates & making desperate attempt at severing ʀɪᴏᴛ ᴄᴜꜰꜰꜱ binding hands behind his back . plastic gives with 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗽 , done in by the knife the captain tucks back into its holder .

@w4rfare  ∥  “    i don't think we're welcome here any longer .    ” / from price

a sidearm is pressed into newly freed hands . 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐌 . captain really outdid himself this time . “        yeah . . . been told i have that effect on some people .         ” echo joins easily with the captain's team ⸻ 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 .