Vessel For Good

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐎| 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍

[akaninety]

+> 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙻 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴…

+> 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙰𝚃𝙰…

=============================================== 𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚈 - 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚈𝙴𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳 ================================================

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+ NAME: CLAUDE DEANGELO ___

+ AGE: 49__

+ GENDER: Male [AMAB]__

+ RACE: Human i.e. ITALIAN__

+ PRONOUNS: He/Him/His__

+ ORIENTATION: HOMOSEXUAL.__

+ BIRTHPLACE: PALERMO, ITALY

+ CURRENT STATUS: CHAPLAIN, UK__

+ OCCUPATION: TRAVELING CHAPLAIN.__

+> FILE INTEGRITY: VERIFIED

+> LAST UPDATED: [DATA REDACTED]

+> END OF RECORD__

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CLAUDE, known to those around him as Ninety or Father DeAngelo, is a 49 year old traveling Chaplain for the United States Military and their allies. The kindest soul one could come across, he’s usually seen around base smiling, or in the kitchen cooking.

Born in PALERMO, ITALY as the youngest in a family of five, Ninety is moved to Boston at six years old. He works as an Altar Boy under his father until the age of 18 when he joins the military as infantry. Ultimately, he chooses the path of the cloth once more and becomes a Chaplain.

NINETY is always open for a chat, even if it’s something simple. As nice as he is, he keeps his past well hidden, and usually prefers if those who aren’t close with him refrain from calling him by his legal name.

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Mun is 25, MDNI. This blog contains content that may be triggering. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. All posts will be clearly labeled.

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[akaninety]

I heard there was a priest on base, but I just... had to see it for myself, I guess.

Mind if I sit and chat?

@sgt-riot

Of course I don’t mind. Please, sit, tell me what’s on your mind.

[sgt-riot]

You been doing this long? The whole traveling thing? You meet a lot of people like us?

[akaninety]

I’ve been doing it for almost 30 years. I have met all kinds of people.

When you say people like us, do you mean military?

[sgt-riot]

Yeah, the... not-really military. The contractors that do the shit - sorry, stuff the government doesn't want to... yanno.

You know what I'm saying.

[akaninety]

You can say shit, I promise I will not burst at the seams.

As for contracted workers, yes, I have met and talked with plenty. Is this something that concerns you?

[akaninety]

I heard there was a priest on base, but I just... had to see it for myself, I guess.

Mind if I sit and chat?

@sgt-riot

Of course I don’t mind. Please, sit, tell me what’s on your mind.

[sgt-riot]

You been doing this long? The whole traveling thing? You meet a lot of people like us?

[akaninety]

I’ve been doing it for almost 30 years. I have met all kinds of people.

When you say people like us, do you mean military?

[akaninety]

I heard there was a priest on base, but I just... had to see it for myself, I guess.

Mind if I sit and chat?

@sgt-riot

Of course I don’t mind. Please, sit, tell me what’s on your mind.

[ltsghostriley]

How have you been as of late, Ghost?

- @akaninety

Been alright. Better than the week prior. Yourself, Ninety?

[akaninety]

You know me, angioletto, I am always doing well. I will see you Wednesday, yes?

[ltsghostriley]

You’ll be back by then? Last I heard, you were sitting down with Shadows.

[akaninety]

I should be back by then, yes. But please, call me if you need me, I will always pick up.

[akaninety]

The cigar is taken with a hum of thanks, popping the stick between his lips before lighting it. It’s been years since Ninety smoked a proper cigar, letting the smoke fill his mouth before filtering it through his nose. There’s a small tilt to his head at Graves’s statement. He did promise that, didn’t he?

No matter, he enjoyed cooking, especially for those he cared about. The best part was always the look on the receiving party’s face when taking the first bite.

“You’ll have to send me a list of your favorite dishes. I can meal prep them for you.”

Was he always this comfortable around people he’s just met? Or was it Graves? Maybe a healthy mix of both. Nevertheless, he’d do it if it meant making the other man happy. The drink sat in front of him is taken, sipped at lightly.

“I do. My father taught me when I was a kid. Do you enjoy playing?”

[cmdr-graves]

The idea of a home cooked meal, of multiple home cooked meals, has Graves salivating around the cigar between his lips. Ninety is a blessing, he decides. Which means that God must be real. Which means he better put together a better lie about going to church every Sunday before that gets looked into a little too hard.

He's so enraptured in the thought of food that doesn't come in a paper bag that he almost misses Ninety's comment about his father.

That little tidbit of information will be tucked away for use later, and he passes his tongue over his canine when he goes for another sip of his drink.

"Sure do. I can't say that I'm too good at it." Lie. "But I do like playin'."

The image of tiny hands wrapped around a full house while a drunk slurs words of encouragement flash before him. He's not sure if they're Ninety's or his own.

When Graves blinks back to reality, whatever sense of ease Ninety has provided him gets squashed so far down to never be thought about again.

"You'll hafta indulge me, teach me a few tricks. But - I hate to occupy all your time here. I'm lookin' forward to the Shadows meetin' ya."

[akaninety]

Ninety’s lips curl around the cigar once more, passively letting clouds of thick smoke filter through the corner into the office air. There’s a moment there where Graves seems far away, gaze almost unfocused, and the it’s gone in the blink of an eye. He doesn’t file it, simply observes, takes his cards, and moves on.

“They say an army is only as good at its leader. I don’t see it that way.” Claude’s gaze remains transfixed on his cards, thumbing through them with that same careful smile. “You have power because the people who work for you allow it. They trust you enough to leave you in charge of their day to day, that alone says something about you.” What exactly it says isn’t elaborated on.

“dare e avere; to give and receive. I believe that is what makes a successful unit. You see to be doing very well with what I’ve seen so far. Raise.” Ninety slides two of his own chips into the middle of the desk, gaze unwavering, he simply stares at the man across from him.

[akaninety]

“A cigar? You spoil me. I’ll take one if you don’t mind.”

Leave it to Ninety to fulfill his vice, unable to truly help himself when it came to smoking, or drinking for that matter. He blames his heritage. While Graves busies himself with the cart he finds himself taking in the rest of the room. A seemingly successful man with an office full of awards, no family aside from the one he built here.

It’s hard not to feel a sort of kinship with the man across from him, he’s spent most of his life building his family while visiting bases across the world, never one to settle down for too terribly long.

“Is there a chapel here on base that I can work out of?”

Not that he’d spend much time in it. Ninety was always one to roam, making his stops around base to speak with those who worked. It was better than sitting and waiting for someone to build up the courage to go to him.

[cmdr-graves]

"You're a guest - southern hospitality 'n all that."

Ninety's wish is Graves' command. Many fresh cut cigars smoked in this office have left a lingering smell of leather. He passes both and ashtray and the Cuban Ninety's way before turning back to the bar cart to pour them both a glass of Woodford.

When he turns back, that wolfish smile softens.

"Sure do. We got folks o' all faiths here - One o' the Shadows'll give ya a tour of the place."

His first sip comes with a weight off of Graves' shoulders. Maybe this is the impact of Ninety's comforting presence. Graves would blame it on his first taste of alcohol for the day.

"And most importantly, where my personal quarters are. If I remember correctly, you promised me a good meal while you're here."

He pauses to pull his phone from his back pocket to set on the desk - face down, he can't have Ninety think he's doing anything but paying attention to him.

"Y'play cards, Ninety?"

[akaninety]

The cigar is taken with a hum of thanks, popping the stick between his lips before lighting it. It’s been years since Ninety smoked a proper cigar, letting the smoke fill his mouth before filtering it through his nose. There’s a small tilt to his head at Graves’s statement. He did promise that, didn’t he?

No matter, he enjoyed cooking, especially for those he cared about. The best part was always the look on the receiving party’s face when taking the first bite.

“You’ll have to send me a list of your favorite dishes. I can meal prep them for you.”

Was he always this comfortable around people he’s just met? Or was it Graves? Maybe a healthy mix of both. Nevertheless, he’d do it if it meant making the other man happy. The drink sat in front of him is taken, sipped at lightly.

“I do. My father taught me when I was a kid. Do you enjoy playing?”

[akaninety]

“Ninety is perfectly fine.”

Never one for the title, Ninety keeps his gaze trained on the blonde, only shifting slightly to take a look at the buildings behind him.

“I would be more than happy to sit with you. Please, lead the way.”

The halls are expansive, lined with men and women alike, all of whom he greets with a small nod of his head and a smile. And Claude, being the verbose man he is, finds himself stopping every now and then to speak to a Shadow or two about their day. Terribly inconvenient for the man attempting to get him to his office, but it couldn’t be helped. They make it there eventually.

Ninety takes his time glancing over all the trinkets kept in the commander’s office, running a finger lightly over the wood of his desk with a small hum. He finds his seat on the opposite side of the desk, bringing one leg up to cross over the other, and that collar is adjusted once more with a slight tug.

“This office is much bigger than mine. I might have to request a transfer.” Or maybe it was the clutter of his space that made it seem so small in comparison. He does chuckle to himself, the sound rumbling just barely in his chest.

[cmdr-graves]

Between the both of them- Ninety stopped for a chat in which another Shadow uses as an opportunity to bring an issue to Graves, it's a miracle they make it to the CEO office within the hour.

There's nothing in Graves' office to indicate a family, just gifts given to him by Shadows and politicians alike. Save for one photo of a brown and white pitbull. And as Ninety runs his fingers across Graves' desk, he might be able to make our a few scars in the wood. If he's perceptive, that is.

Graves settles behind his desk and makes a purposeful choice to keep his body language welcoming - yes, his domain, but he'd like to keep the Father on his good side.

"Benefits o' havin' my own funds. Shadow Company doesn't have the same limitations as some o' the military outfits y'work with. But you? Well, we're happy t'have ya."

He shifts to access the bar cart behind him.

"Drink, Ninety? Or a cigar? It's a bit early for it, but I'd imagine you're runnin' ragged after your travel. I promise I won't keep ya here too long."

[akaninety]

“A cigar? You spoil me. I’ll take one if you don’t mind.”

Leave it to Ninety to fulfill his vice, unable to truly help himself when it came to smoking, or drinking for that matter. He blames his heritage. While Graves busies himself with the cart he finds himself taking in the rest of the room. A seemingly successful man with an office full of awards, no family aside from the one he built here.

It’s hard not to feel a sort of kinship with the man across from him, he’s spent most of his life building his family while visiting bases across the world, never one to settle down for too terribly long.

“Is there a chapel here on base that I can work out of?”

Not that he’d spend much time in it. Ninety was always one to roam, making his stops around base to speak with those who worked. It was better than sitting and waiting for someone to build up the courage to go to him.

[akaninety]

I haven't seen you in a bit, Ninety. Busy, I take it?

[Icepick is much more relaxed than the last times he spoke to DeAngelo. He seems to be warming up to him.]

I am always busy, sergeant, but never too busy to speak with you.

How have you been? How’s your throat doing?

[sergeantstefansson]

Much better, thank you. They've let me off of the recruits for a while.

..I'm sorry for being an asshole at first. I don't quite know why I acted like that..but it's good to have you here. Really. You're..you're a good man, ja?

[akaninety]

There is nothing to apologize for, caro, I understand the apprehension when it comes to new faces being around.

And I would not say I am a good man. I am not any better or worse than you or anyone else for that matter. I simply try my best to be a better version of myself.

[akaninety]

I haven't seen you in a bit, Ninety. Busy, I take it?

[Icepick is much more relaxed than the last times he spoke to DeAngelo. He seems to be warming up to him.]

I am always busy, sergeant, but never too busy to speak with you.

How have you been? How’s your throat doing?

[akaninety]

Two weeks ago Claude had no plans on visiting America again any time soon, content with the life he made for himself in Europe. A week ago, he was reminded of a certain Commander, only ever seeing his photo in mission report files displayed half-hazardously across Laswell’s desk during those late night debriefings. All he knows of the man is what’s been told to him, a conjoining of all those different opinions. It’s never led him to form one on his own before he’s even met the man, and it wouldn’t start now.

Dressed clad in those black robes, a cross and chain rests over his chest, collar adjusted with the hook of his pointer finger at the sudden heat that hits him once he steps out of the helo. A stark difference from the usual gray overcast of the UK. He takes a moment to great this Shadow’s ensuring the landing went smoothly, thanking the ones who take his bags over to where he assumes will be his living quarters for the week. That smile of his never quite falters, remaining a gentle and permanent fixture on his face as he approaches the man of the hour.

He’s always one to offer a hand first, bringing his other up to clasp around Phillip’s as he shakes. “It is nice to finally meet you, Commander. I look forward to my week here on your base. Thank you for your accommodations.” His voice slips out like syrup, an even yet calming cadence, tinged with that heavy accent of his.

[cmdr-graves]

The Commander treats his allies well, and the Father will be no different. Shadows scurry away with small 'yup yup's (trained oh so well), and Graves finds himself face to face with the Father.

An easy smile from Ninety is met with one that's come from decades of charming COs, businessmen, and politicians. The handshake given matches, almost disarming when such a light grip comes from a man with such a title.

"It's good t'finally meet ya. Father- or is Ninety better? Helluva flight across the pond, I'm sure."

Graves nods back toward the buildings sprawled across his campus.

"Mind sittin' and chattin' in my office while the boys get ya all set up?

[akaninety]

“Ninety is perfectly fine.”

Never one for the title, Ninety keeps his gaze trained on the blonde, only shifting slightly to take a look at the buildings behind him.

“I would be more than happy to sit with you. Please, lead the way.”

The halls are expansive, lined with men and women alike, all of whom he greets with a small nod of his head and a smile. And Claude, being the verbose man he is, finds himself stopping every now and then to speak to a Shadow or two about their day. Terribly inconvenient for the man attempting to get him to his office, but it couldn’t be helped. They make it there eventually.

Ninety takes his time glancing over all the trinkets kept in the commander’s office, running a finger lightly over the wood of his desk with a small hum. He finds his seat on the opposite side of the desk, bringing one leg up to cross over the other, and that collar is adjusted once more with a slight tug.

“This office is much bigger than mine. I might have to request a transfer.” Or maybe it was the clutter of his space that made it seem so small in comparison. He does chuckle to himself, the sound rumbling just barely in his chest.

[cmdr-graves]

[ closed rp for @akaninety ]

It's a gorgeous day to wait on the helo pad for Graves' incoming visitor - Texas sun hidden behind clouds that Graves would swear resemble his great grandfather's beard, breeze blowing.

The Rolex on his wrist reads 1355, any minute now. Chatter from his ground team begins, and the whirring of distant helicopter blades soon follows.

And if Graves has had a pep in his step all morning, well that's between him and God. No one would find any of the Shadows complaining about his uncharacteristically chipper mood.

[akaninety]

Two weeks ago Claude had no plans on visiting America again any time soon, content with the life he made for himself in Europe. A week ago, he was reminded of a certain Commander, only ever seeing his photo in mission report files displayed half-hazardously across Laswell’s desk during those late night debriefings. All he knows of the man is what’s been told to him, a conjoining of all those different opinions. It’s never led him to form one on his own before he’s even met the man, and it wouldn’t start now.

Dressed clad in those black robes, a cross and chain rests over his chest, collar adjusted with the hook of his pointer finger at the sudden heat that hits him once he steps out of the helo. A stark difference from the usual gray overcast of the UK. He takes a moment to greet the Shadow’s ensuring the landing went smoothly, thanking the ones who take his bags over to where he assumes will be his living quarters for the week. That smile of his never quite falters, remaining a gentle and permanent fixture on his face as he approaches the man of the hour.

He’s always one to offer a hand first, bringing his other up to clasp around Phillip’s as he shakes. “It is nice to finally meet you, Commander. I look forward to my week here on your base. Thank you for your accommodations.” His voice slips out like syrup, an even yet calming cadence, tinged with that heavy accent of his.

[ltsghostriley]

How have you been as of late, Ghost?

- @akaninety

Been alright. Better than the week prior. Yourself, Ninety?

[akaninety]

You know me, angioletto, I am always doing well. I will see you Wednesday, yes?

[akaninety]

BEFORE YOU READ take necessary precautions and view the TW list

TW: Mentions of sexual abuse of a minor, mentions of self mutilation, child abuse, CPTSD

All sensitive topics are spoken about in a respectful manner. I try very hard to avoid going into detail about certain things, but the warnings are still there. Keep yourself safe and healthy.

To avoid going into much detail, It’s Beckett who takes advantage of a Young Claude, claiming it would ‘make god happy.’ This abuse goes on for many years.

[akaninety]

I’ve been told by a few that it makes me more appealing the older I get. I’m sure it’s much the same with you, mbare.

Though, I wouldn’t wish my father’s teachings on anyone. Maybe a half sibling.

[cmdr-graves]

Hah, good one! Doesn't it run in the family, this get up?

I'd take a half sibling. My momma's a saint - ain't ever ate anything better than her cookin'.

[akaninety]

It does.

You will have to let me cook for you the next time I am in America. Maybe you can put in a request for your Shadows.

[akaninety]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say ya look right like family.

@cmdr-graves

Haha, I would gladly replace my older brothers with you if I could, Commander. I was the only blonde in my family, but I’m going a bit grey now.

[cmdr-graves]

You 'n me both, Father. Adds t'the charm, if ya ask me.

Never had siblings, though. S'pose that would o' been more work for dear ol' dad.

[akaninety]

I’ve been told by a few that it makes me more appealing the older I get. I’m sure it’s much the same with you, mbare.

Though, I wouldn’t wish my father’s teachings on anyone. Maybe a half sibling.

[akaninety]

If I didn't know any better, I'd say ya look right like family.

@cmdr-graves

Haha, I would gladly replace my older brothers with you if I could, Commander. I was the only blonde in my family, but I’m going a bit grey now.