BIG PIPE.

DEAD MEN TELL NO TALE.

[bon3frog]

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a somewhat private blog for former devgru operator marcus a. steele, also known as big pipe, from escape from tarkov. not necessarily married to the verse, considering most people with a hint of sanity avoid escape from tarkov ... for good measure. given the choppy lore on the goons and other tarkov bosses, this blog will be primarily canon divergent - do whatever you want hours. if triggering themes like war and brief bouts of insanity bother you, i advise you skip following. discord available per request.

the study in ... where does civilization die in uncivilized worlds. if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. the threat and reality of being abandoned by your government. post-apocalyptic pockets in modern times. the sinking reality of no escape. learning enough of a language to be a huge dick. brotherhood perseveres.

affiliated with. no one yet.

links eventually, or maybe not. who knows.

[bon3frog]

pipe operates, truly, on the notion of - it's kill or be killed in the tarkov landscape. the goons, climbing the food chain; he understands the currency is violence, it's power.

[canadian-carbine]

DEVGRU with MP7s

[bon3frog]

young marcus tho.

[bon3frog]

for every passing thought of how enticing tarkov is in its lawlessness, there's a particular (and often fleeting) concept of how unfathomably boring it could be. action was contained to the movement of rats and contractors brimming with false bravado picked from the pockets of the deceased - geared up heavily with the intent to become lethal errand boys for thankless traders who had endless tasks. the ecosystem depended on them, it kept the door spinning to some extent; god forbid the egotistical die before they wander too close to flag reminiscent to jolly roger.

here was one of those moments :

stronghold is silent, its skeleton creaks and groans in the late afternoon wind as gunfire and scav chatter draws silent. the night is reserved for the emboldened, they'll travel under the hum of stolen night vision, unaware of sharp-shot adversaries until it's perhaps too late. knight uses the resounding quiet to pack stashed backpack with food and supplies from the seemingly endlessly full crates. marcus chooses to pack mags, a tedious clicking sound as he leans into the cool lines of neptune's spear - mag clicks into place, he makes note to clean her when they're back in hideout ... following mags stuffed into rig with ease.

one could argue these moments were necessary, men could not survive under the heavy breath of war if it was consistent. balance was key to the preservation of sanity, the perpetuation of humanity to some extent; even for men who probably appeared more monsters than anything else.

but why rustle at the bottom of the food chain when you could be comfortably on top ?

there are other necessities, of course: food, water, sleep, human connection, structure. the human body was both resilient and fragile all the same - slung rifle lays across long discard cot, hands feeling across pouches and pockets for well-loved book of matches as pipe clicks between teeth. consider it another necessity: much preferred if the idea was between cigarettes and tobacco. harder to get, unless you knew who to question, but more needed than luxury all the same. nose crunches with sniffle, smoke billowing through nostrils as he takes a wayward inhale. it lingers in the already musty space, dispersed only with the additional body.

" if you're lookin' for knight, he's stashin' shit to move. " a languid kind of motion, he plucks pipe from mouth following a heavy-mouthed drag, stare anything but preoccupied with his typically masked companion. but his space becomes anything but his own in the moment, and eyes are drug upward from their resting place along curve of smoking pipe, brows pinched under the frame of sunglasses.

human contact, a necessity. a piece of survival. catering to a specific kind of hunger.

who the fuck is he to argue ?

the other lingers closer still; they don't talk about it, never preemptively and never after. there's nothing to talk about. you don't go shedding armor and displaying underbelly to motherfuckers who will gut you ... seeking food in the untrustworthy was more death wish than anything else. marcus adjusts pipe from dominant hand to his left, opening body language like written permission for the other to close the gap.

and when they do, he offers nothing short of causal confidence; hand once occupied with pipe raises to help slip gator away from the curve of face - that same hand wraps idle along the side of the other's neck, gloved fingertips keeping just enough hold as he reels the other in. the kiss is practiced, comfortable despite the underlying tread around the subject. he's all tobacco and sweat, spurring on opened mouth kisses with the idle knead of fingertips. there's a sort of laugh between the motions.

" trying to get a little something for the road, eye ? " tone drips in mischief; he finally sets pipe down.

@hogst00th. stolen. accepting.

[excuse-me-thanks]

“i should take a walk for my mental health” boring, tired, i don’t even really wanna do it tbh

“i need to check the perimeter” i need to check the perimeter

[mcflymemes]

DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES *  send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt, nsfw implied

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of receiver's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

[ maybe ] sender and receiver are best friends and experiment with a kiss to see where it goes

[bon3frog]

💕 tbh knight and pipe being seals, birdeye being marsoc 💕

[bon3frog]

men that #GOON together, stay together winning 😎

oh, hell yeah, brother. 🤘🏻

[bon3frog]

oh right, it's sunday.

[letthefairyinyoufly]

James Delaney ♠ 001

[canadian-carbine]

Because there isnt nearly enough DEVGRU on tumblr.

[bon3frog]

how about a relatively long verse drop post that i can pin somewhere accessible for people following me because few people have the masochistic streak to indulge escape from tarkov.

canon divergent, pre-tarkov timeline. chief petty officer marcus steele, a united states navy seal operating as a breacher within blue squadron of seal team six. unmarried stateside, yet in a fully committed relationship with his occupation overseas, marcus served as many rotations downrange as the navy wanted to send him out on. pre-tarkov follows his timeline as an operator, balancing a life stateside and overseas. other than being a sharp-mouthed son of a bitch who's collection of smoking tobacco was extensive, there's nothing really crazy about this verse.

canon divergent, leaving the teams. after years of service, marcus found himself stepping away from the conventional teams world for something different - private contracting. better money, more leeway, and a change in pace in terms of jobs. he was hired by united security as a member of their special task force, undertaking higher risk jobs with a group of other former operators. high risk, high reward. for some time, he worked in various countries around the world with usec.

canon divergent, the pmc wars begin. united security is dropped into tarkov to either protect or destroy whatever terragroup is up to - it leads to clashes with local law enforcement that eventually encourages the formation of their pmc counterparts, bear. the russians sprint to the line to uproot what terragroup is up to. the city of tarkov and its expansive, outer-lying regions become damn near post-apocalyptic as once isolated engagements turn into larger, more bloody events. marcus and the other members of what would become the goon squad participate until an experimental weapons discharge incident known as, "blue fire" knocks out all communication. from there, the outside world is completely cut off as a third private contracting group puts boots on the ground to mass extinguish the problem.

canon divergent, escaping tarkov. after a good window of time in the area, the goon squad manages to wiggle their way out of tarkov on connections made with traders and other formidable entities in the region. after getting their fill of being warlords to an extent, they are able to return stateside.

resident evil. terragroup labs is a diet umbrella corporation looking to enter the rat race of bio weapons for government contracts. the concept of tarkov being a psuedo prison of sorts remains the same, only with the looming threat of what terragroup could be hiding in the ever-winding danger of their laboratories left behind. groups beyond bear / usec / black division enter the playing field to either locate and capitalize off off terragroup's work, or stop it before it becomes something much, much worse. marcus resident evil verse follows the concept of seals being dispatched to figure out what the fuck is going on and subsequently being left behind.

far cry five. after coming back from the incident overseas, marcus retires from the teams and takes up residence in hope country, montana - the whitetail mountains, to be exact. they're quiet, expansive, and chalked full of all the hunting a man could ever want. when the seed's invade the every day lives of the region, marcus doubles down on keeping his land his land ... even if that means killing a few unlucky motherfuckers.

marvel. tbd.

dc. tbd.

fantasy. tbd.

halo. tbd.

mass effect. tbd.

[hardyness]

They work for the mercenary. The masked man.

[bon3frog]

u know what freud says about puttin pipes in ur mouth

' actually, that only applies outside'a the navy ... ya know, where somebody might think it's weird 't be puttin' shit in your mouth. or day dreamin' about it, in your case. '

[bon3frog]

you keep callin' me an opportunist ... but what else is there to do ? we're all stuck in this shithole, so what, we just gonna go tossin' ourselves at black division's feet to be executed like stray fuckin' animals ? 'course not. improvise, adapt, overcome.

[denvilleneuve]

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