James Reece

I used to be part of the US Navy SEALS until fate knocked at my door and took everything from me the day of my last homecoming. It wasn't a coincidence... the same people I've served for years were responsible for my hell and I made them pay. Mess with my friends and you'll face the same destiny.

[timotey]

(Source: Jack Carr's X)

[hunnam]

Chris Pratt The Terminal List: Dark Wolf | 1.07 "The Wolf You Feed"

[imdonnalynn]

Alright, why the FUCK aren't there any Ben Edwards, Raife Hastings or James Reece stories here on Tumblr!!?? Not any of them with a reader or fellow characters, what the actual FUCK?!

There is chemistry between Ben and Eliza on Dark Wolf, Raife is just Raife so he could be paired with a reader in a story. And James Reece and Katie Buranek in the original series The Terminal List, they had some chemistry and in the books they do end up together and I've been dying to read some stories but no one is writing them and it's hurting my heart.

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

Same, the Fandom is so small to be honest. There's only one fanfictions in AO3

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

Raife and Reece friendship

Seein that The Terminal Lsit fandom is growing… @rebekhazans22 here's a snapshot of the book True Believer that can help you with your hc with Raife and Reece:

… They’d met on the rugby pitch at the University of Montana in the fall of 1995, Reece playing outside center and Raife as the number eight, by far the most skilled competitor on the team. Rugby was an obscure sport to most Americans in the early 1990s, so the community and the culture it fostered was a tight one. The running joke was that they were a drinking team with a rugby problem. A year ahead of Reece in school, Raife had the serious demeanor of someone twice their age. The hint of an accent that Reece couldn’t quite place suggested a history beyond the borders of North America. As Reece quickly tired of the traditional party scene associated with college life, he noted that Raife spent his free time either studying wildlife management in the library or taking off alone in his Jeep Scrambler to explore the Montana backcountry. ... “What should we drink to?” Reece asked. “My dad would always say ‘To the lads,’ which was something from his time in the Scouts.” “Well, that’s certainly good enough for me. ‘To the lads,’ then.” “To the lads.” Raife nodded... ... Encouraged by what seemed to be the start of a new friendship and by the lubrication of the whiskey, the normally stoic Raife began talking about his upbringing in Africa, their farm in what was then Rhodesia, their move to South Africa after the war, and their eventual immigration into the United States. “I’m headed out to Block Four tomorrow morning, early. I have an elk tag. You want to go?” “I’m in,” Reece responded without hesitation. The two were on the road at 0430 the next morning. It became obvious to Reece that his rugby team captain was a serious hunter who pursued mule deer and elk with the same dedication that he applied in the classroom and on the pitch. Reece had never met anyone with Raife’s instincts for the natural world; it was as if he were part of it. As fall turned to winter, they would set out following class Thursday afternoons and hunt dawn to dusk, carrying their compound bows and minimalist camping gear on their backs. Raife was always pushing farther from the trailhead, deeper into the timber, higher up the mountain. They would barely speak, so as not to disturb the heightened senses of their quarry, and were soon able to read each other’s thoughts by body language, hand signals, and subtle changes in facial expression. During one of their trips that fall, Reece shot a massive bull elk at the bottom of a canyon at last light... They worked all night to recover the bull and hadn’t had a second’s sleep when they stumbled into class, their clothing caked with dried sweat and elk blood. Even in Montana, this drew strange looks from their professors and classmates. Their appearance that morning earned them the nickname the “Blood Brothers,” and the moniker stuck with them through the remainder of their college years… … For the next three years, the Blood Brothers were inseparable, hunting in the fall, backcountry skiing in the winter, rock climbing and kayaking in the spring... The Blood Brothers’ only separation was during the summers, when Raife would travel to work on the family farm in Zimbabwe. His father wanted him to maintain the connection with his roots working for his uncle’s hunting outfit back in the old country. Raife felt most at home alongside the trackers, whose skill and instinct for reading animal signs

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

And I also, re-reading the book, i now remember that Raife Hasting joined the SEALs because of Reece family.

For the next three years, the Blood Brothers were inseparable, hunting in the fall, backcountry skiing in the winter, rock climbing and kayaking in the spring. It was during a visit with the Reece family in California that Raife made the decision to join the Navy. His own father had instilled in him a deep sense of appreciation for their adopted country, and his family’s military service in the Rhodesian Bush War made it seem like a mandatory family obligation. When Mr. Reece told him that SEAL training was some of the toughest ever devised by a modern military, Raife made his decision to test himself in the crucible known as BUD/S.

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

Raife and Reece friendship

Seein that The Terminal Lsit fandom is growing… @rebekhazans22 here's a snapshot of the book True Believer that can help you with your hc with Raife and Reece:

… They’d met on the rugby pitch at the University of Montana in the fall of 1995, Reece playing outside center and Raife as the number eight, by far the most skilled competitor on the team. Rugby was an obscure sport to most Americans in the early 1990s, so the community and the culture it fostered was a tight one. The running joke was that they were a drinking team with a rugby problem. A year ahead of Reece in school, Raife had the serious demeanor of someone twice their age. The hint of an accent that Reece couldn’t quite place suggested a history beyond the borders of North America. As Reece quickly tired of the traditional party scene associated with college life, he noted that Raife spent his free time either studying wildlife management in the library or taking off alone in his Jeep Scrambler to explore the Montana backcountry. ... “What should we drink to?” Reece asked. “My dad would always say ‘To the lads,’ which was something from his time in the Scouts.” “Well, that’s certainly good enough for me. ‘To the lads,’ then.” “To the lads.” Raife nodded... ... Encouraged by what seemed to be the start of a new friendship and by the lubrication of the whiskey, the normally stoic Raife began talking about his upbringing in Africa, their farm in what was then Rhodesia, their move to South Africa after the war, and their eventual immigration into the United States. “I’m headed out to Block Four tomorrow morning, early. I have an elk tag. You want to go?” “I’m in,” Reece responded without hesitation. The two were on the road at 0430 the next morning. It became obvious to Reece that his rugby team captain was a serious hunter who pursued mule deer and elk with the same dedication that he applied in the classroom and on the pitch. Reece had never met anyone with Raife’s instincts for the natural world; it was as if he were part of it. As fall turned to winter, they would set out following class Thursday afternoons and hunt dawn to dusk, carrying their compound bows and minimalist camping gear on their backs. Raife was always pushing farther from the trailhead, deeper into the timber, higher up the mountain. They would barely speak, so as not to disturb the heightened senses of their quarry, and were soon able to read each other’s thoughts by body language, hand signals, and subtle changes in facial expression. During one of their trips that fall, Reece shot a massive bull elk at the bottom of a canyon at last light... They worked all night to recover the bull and hadn’t had a second’s sleep when they stumbled into class, their clothing caked with dried sweat and elk blood. Even in Montana, this drew strange looks from their professors and classmates. Their appearance that morning earned them the nickname the “Blood Brothers,” and the moniker stuck with them through the remainder of their college years… … For the next three years, the Blood Brothers were inseparable, hunting in the fall, backcountry skiing in the winter, rock climbing and kayaking in the spring... The Blood Brothers’ only separation was during the summers, when Raife would travel to work on the family farm in Zimbabwe. His father wanted him to maintain the connection with his roots working for his uncle’s hunting outfit back in the old country. Raife felt most at home alongside the trackers, whose skill and instinct for reading animal signs

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

Raife and Reece friendship

Seein that The Terminal Lsit fandom is growing… @rebekhazans22 here's a snapshot of the book True Believer that can help you with your hc with Raife and Reece:

… They’d met on the rugby pitch at the University of Montana in the fall of 1995, Reece playing outside center and Raife as the number eight, by far the most skilled competitor on the team. Rugby was an obscure sport to most Americans in the early 1990s, so the community and the culture it fostered was a tight one. The running joke was that they were a drinking team with a rugby problem. A year ahead of Reece in school, Raife had the serious demeanor of someone twice their age. The hint of an accent that Reece couldn’t quite place suggested a history beyond the borders of North America. As Reece quickly tired of the traditional party scene associated with college life, he noted that Raife spent his free time either studying wildlife management in the library or taking off alone in his Jeep Scrambler to explore the Montana backcountry. ... “What should we drink to?” Reece asked. “My dad would always say ‘To the lads,’ which was something from his time in the Scouts.” “Well, that’s certainly good enough for me. ‘To the lads,’ then.” “To the lads.” Raife nodded... ... Encouraged by what seemed to be the start of a new friendship and by the lubrication of the whiskey, the normally stoic Raife began talking about his upbringing in Africa, their farm in what was then Rhodesia, their move to South Africa after the war, and their eventual immigration into the United States. “I’m headed out to Block Four tomorrow morning, early. I have an elk tag. You want to go?” “I’m in,” Reece responded without hesitation. The two were on the road at 0430 the next morning. It became obvious to Reece that his rugby team captain was a serious hunter who pursued mule deer and elk with the same dedication that he applied in the classroom and on the pitch. Reece had never met anyone with Raife’s instincts for the natural world; it was as if he were part of it. As fall turned to winter, they would set out following class Thursday afternoons and hunt dawn to dusk, carrying their compound bows and minimalist camping gear on their backs. Raife was always pushing farther from the trailhead, deeper into the timber, higher up the mountain. They would barely speak, so as not to disturb the heightened senses of their quarry, and were soon able to read each other’s thoughts by body language, hand signals, and subtle changes in facial expression. During one of their trips that fall, Reece shot a massive bull elk at the bottom of a canyon at last light... They worked all night to recover the bull and hadn’t had a second’s sleep when they stumbled into class, their clothing caked with dried sweat and elk blood. Even in Montana, this drew strange looks from their professors and classmates. Their appearance that morning earned them the nickname the “Blood Brothers,” and the moniker stuck with them through the remainder of their college years… … For the next three years, the Blood Brothers were inseparable, hunting in the fall, backcountry skiing in the winter, rock climbing and kayaking in the spring... The Blood Brothers’ only separation was during the summers, when Raife would travel to work on the family farm in Zimbabwe. His father wanted him to maintain the connection with his roots working for his uncle’s hunting outfit back in the old country. Raife felt most at home alongside the trackers, whose skill and instinct for reading animal signs

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

Okay excuse for the incorrect quotes but this just crossed my mind and had to adapt the quote:

Ben: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Riley: Not if they consent to it.

Reece: Depends on who you’re stabbing.

Katie: YES?!?

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

Gotta bring back this incorrect quote cause now that DARK Wolf is out... That is definitely on character for Ben.

[rebekhazans22]

I'm shipping James x Ben x Raife and i can't be normal about them, i need two or three ao3 pages at least AAAAAAAAA but these are some headcanons i have for this pairing:

bi!james, gay!ben and demi!raife

james and raife were secret boyfriends in college

raife was forced to go back to africa when his parents discovered

raife didnt fell in love with no one before meeting ben in the army

james feels gulty bc of this, since he actually loved his wife and was happy with his family life and raife not

ben had several girlfriends but none of his relationships lasted long since he was gay

raife was ben's gay awakening and they started to date before james gets transfared to the same platoon as them

raife felt shaken when he saw james again but he didnt told their story to ben

ben kinda started to flirt with jamesbc his relationship with raife wasnt exactly solid

at some point they had an enlightening conversation and decided to be a throuple

the last minutes of the first season didnt happened

i'll probably write a fanfic based on this idc

Oh my God!! I agree with everything. While watching the first three episodes, I was saying to myself, "Ben needs to have a gay moment, maybe then he won't be so depressed and at least one of his relationships will last, lol."

Plus that little nod to Hastings in the second episode: "If you don't like speed, you can ride on the back (of my motorcycle)" and "It's the most romantic thing to do in Frankfurt" (I'd really like to know why he said that 👀)

(Sorry for mentioning Ben so much 😅) but, how can they give Ben so much chemistry with men in general (Daran is also on that list), say that all his marriages (with women) have failed, then show us his cute relationship with James and Raife, and then expect the viewers to ASSUME that this man is 100% straight?

Believe me, what Ben needs is a gay/bi awakening.

And Raife needs it too, so maybe he won't be so bitter 😂

And, of course, both of them are James' boyfriends so… yeah, they're a ✨throuple✨, basically.

The end of the S1 was Ben and Raife taking care of James for his loss 👊😞

(pd: write that fanfic, I'll read it 😉)

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

Loved your hcs but Raife parents love James as one of their own in the books. Even one time Reece teased Raife that his dad gave him his credit card. And there was a time we're also Raife and James spend a summer in Africa during college. Oooooh, and those two have an on going argument what type of car is better, a land cruiser or a land rover.

[hunnam]

Chris Pratt The Terminal List: Dark Wolf | 1.01 "Inherent Resolve"

[wftc141]

Flannel James Reece in Dark Wolf

[wftc141]

Flannel James Reece in Dark Wolf

[thena0315]

[yourdailykitsch]

'Terminal List: Dark Wolf' has a release date, August 27th on Prime Video.

[marsskop]

Collage-like experiment for The Terminal List series - I have really enjoyed it.

Personal favorite part is how it is a lot about the consequences of the "goals justify the means" mindset from both protagonists and antagonists.

ko-fi

[whenshadowhowls]

For the marvel fans who ships “Frank Castle and Billy Russo”, I got a new ship for you guys to add onto your list.

Say Hello to Ben Barnes and James Reece from The Terminal List series and the upcoming Dark Wolf: Prequel by the Author/Director Jack Carr.

Their Ship-name is Reeces Pieces

Even though the fandom is nonexistent. Their relationship arch is the fun polar opposite of what Frank Castle and Billy Russo relationship could have been on screen.

[nyxvuxoa]

It means thank you for this burrito.

The Terminal List (2022) Requested by: @tellingyouastory​

[jamesreecetheterminallist]

🙃🫠Been too long since I was active and I know I said I would make GIFs, but adult life sucks my time. But yesterday I got to make this short edit cause when I listened to the song, I couldn’t help but think of this scene where Reece talks to Liddel in episode 6.