The Righteous Side of Hell

Jack 'Monarch' Turner, Shadow Company Operative Independent NSFW RP COD MW OC Mun and Muse 21+

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“I like to think I’m a connoisseur when it comes to partying, but I swear the 141 are already trying to kill me.” He grins. “You people hit harder than anybody I’ve ever met. Shit… how the hell are you still even standing?” 

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“You know, after the hundredth time, you kind of stop wondering about such matters. As long as you can put one foot before the other and remember to wear pants you’re doing good.” Beth rubbed her eyes, yawning. “We warm you up with partying, if you can survive that you can survive anything. So how was your welcome party? Haven’t really had a proper chance to introduce each other. Elisabeth Ackland, callsign Whisky.” 

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He patted at his pockets in demonstration, laughing. “OK, at least my pants are still intact. Which is more than I can say for that guy…” He nodded over to where Toad was swinging his jeans above his head and gyrating on one of the tables. “He was one of the problems… remind me never ever to accept a drink from that guy. I swear what he handed me was at least a quad vodka…” 

His head might be spinning but Jack managed to hold it together, extended a hand for Elisabeth to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Elisabeth. I’m Jack, although you probably already know that with this being my shindig ‘n all.” He grins. “If I remember most of this party, I’ll consider it a success. How about you? Having as much of a blast as everybody else?” 

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“Yeah I have been trying not to stare at Toad but it just became a train wreck, you can’t look away. Part of me is ready to video it and put it on YouTube…and at least you didn’t ask for a drink from me, I usually just pour the alcohol straight on to ice and go from there.” Beth just shook her head at the scene Toad was causing and finally figuring out where the bottle of Tito’s vodka had gone. She looked away from the display to take Jack’s hand, smiling back. Her head was very fuzzy and she was feeling sleepy but she would be damned to turn in so early. Especially now with Toad gyrating on the table, things were getting interesting.

“Nice to meet you Jack, I kind of did but its nice to get to know you. We’ll see if either of us remember this in the morning.” Beth finished her drink before continuing the conversation with the new guy, reaching for whatever alcohol was in her reach. Whisky? Rum? Vodka? She’ll figure out when she took a sip. “Oh I am, just wish I had the chance to catch some sleep before hand. Going to pay for this in the morning but it’ll be worth it. Finally get to know the man of the hour a little bit better!” 

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“Looks to me like Toad wants the attention.” Jack grinned, taking another brave sip of his drink. “Got a feeling that his stripagram routine making YouTube would probably make his night... I’ve not spoken to him all that much, but I get the impression that he thinks of himself as a pretty impressive lothario on base.” 

Jack watched his drinking companion reach for another drink, happy to be surrounded by a like minded person to get cheerfully intoxicated with. At least with the 141 and their intense partying, Jack didn’t feel alone in his ever so slightly drunken state. 

“Hey, at least we’ll all be dying in PT in the morning, right?” Jack joked, forcing down another sip of his drink. “I gotta say, I’m blown away by the welcome I received. I know SC don’t always make the greatest impression over here, professional rivalry and all that bullshit.” He smiled. “All in all, the 141 have been real good to me. How long have you been calling this place home?” 

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"Did you ever imagine that it would end like this?"

Danny hummed softly, eyes fluttering back open at the sound of Jack’s voice. She hadn’t meant to, but she’d started to doze off during the season finale’s penultimate moment. It hadn’t been hard, when she’d had her own personal space heater. 

They hadn’t exactly been snuggling - Jack had been on one side of the couch, though being over 6′, his sprawling body didn’t exactly restrict him to said side, and Danny… Danny had been on the other. She’d tucked her feet beneath him, and nestled her head against her arm rest - 110% comfortable with the bear from SC. Jack was different to anyone else, and without meaning to, she’d started to drift…

Smothering a yawn, she sat up, glancing over at the rolling credits. “Sorry, babe. I missed the last few minutes.” Running a hand through her mussed hair, she squinted at Jack - eyes offended by the light radiating off the television screen. “Did my hot little piece of man candy die?”

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Jack was the kind of pack animal that thrived off company. Whether it be with his pug Matilda, or the presence of another person around him, it didn’t matter. Hell, they didn’t even need to speak, simply having someone else share the space around him was enough. 

Danny was the kind of friend he could be completely relaxed around and judging how if was pretty sure she’d fallen asleep towards the end of the episode, Danny felt pretty at ease around him too. It was nice really, reminded him a little of watching late night TV with his first wife, Jackie aside from this time there was no sex, arguing and excuses. Man, had they dived into the deep end too young. 

Even so, Jack had no idea how the hell Danny could have slept through what had felt like the best TV of his life. He’d been figuratively on the edge of his seat, not able to actually inch forward on the cushions for fear of disturbing her. He’d tried to stay quiet, but the purely badass ending and all the fucking dragons had taken his breath away. 

“Course he didn’t die, sitting right here isn’t he, darlin’?” Jack teased, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. Tormenting Danny had turned into a favourite pastime. “But no, if you’re talking about Snow then he’s alive and well. Still grumpy, but I guess that’s almost understandable.” He grinned. “My eye candy fared pretty well too, you just missed her looking her most badass. I’d rewind it to show you, but I know you get jealous when I spend too much time looking at her instead of you.” He was teasing again. Mostly. 

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“I like to think I’m a connoisseur when it comes to partying, but I swear the 141 are already trying to kill me.” He grins. “You people hit harder than anybody I’ve ever met. Shit… how the hell are you still even standing?” 

[gunpxwderontherocks]

“You know, after the hundredth time, you kind of stop wondering about such matters. As long as you can put one foot before the other and remember to wear pants you’re doing good.” Beth rubbed her eyes, yawning. “We warm you up with partying, if you can survive that you can survive anything. So how was your welcome party? Haven’t really had a proper chance to introduce each other. Elisabeth Ackland, callsign Whisky.” 

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He patted at his pockets in demonstration, laughing. “OK, at least my pants are still intact. Which is more than I can say for that guy...” He nodded over to where Toad was swinging his jeans above his head and gyrating on one of the tables. “He was one of the problems... remind me never ever to accept a drink from that guy. I swear what he handed me was at least a quad vodka...” 

His head might be spinning but Jack managed to hold it together, extended a hand for Elisabeth to shake. “A pleasure to meet you, Elisabeth. I’m Jack, although you probably already know that with this being my shindig ‘n all.” He grins. “If I remember most of this party, I’ll consider it a success. How about you? Having as much of a blast as everybody else?” 

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“Man, that’s a fucking relief. If my princess couldn’t stay here with me, I’m not sure what I’d do.” He laughs, although there’s no hiding the weight that has been lifted in his voice as he does so. “Matilda is a pug and she isn’t exactly a big one at that. She’s impeccably behaved enough to have seduced even Cpt. Dawkins, if that’s a good enough reference?” He smiles, all charm. “Wait… did I just hear you say that you owned a tarantula?”

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Princess. Julia has only just met this man, but already she likes him, as if his obvious affection for his pet was some measure of his goodness. Imagining the old man with a little pug only serves to delight her further, her grin widening easily. “Then Princess Matilda will be more than welcome here at the 141. I can personally say that I am excited to meet her, especially if Captain Dawkins can vouch for her character.” For all her fearfulness and occasional mislike for the other woman, Julia could not deny her good taste. “Yes, my Laika. Such a sweet little thing - a pinktoe. Very affectionate. She makes excellent company.”

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Watching her smile bring a beautiful light to her features, Jack couldn’t help but grin back in reply. He was always at his happiest when he was socialising with people, but there would always be a special soft spot in his heart for the opposite sex. It didn’t matter that their conversation was entirely innocent, a lady as stunning as this intelligence operative would always bring a certain twinkle to his eye.

“I’ll remember to bring her over to meet you. Matilda can be a little frosty when it comes to meeting new guys, but she warms to women ridiculously easily. I expected to bark her little heart out the day she met the Captain, but instead she was jumping at her heels like a little desperado. I’m almost certain you’re likely to get the same treatment.” He threw her another easy grin. “Sorry in advance.”

He laughs when she talks about her spider, rubbing the back of his neck. The sound isn’t unkind, but spiders had always been an embarrassing phobia of his as a kid. He’s pretty much over it now, although the spiders out in the Afghan desert still give him chills when he remembers them.

“You’re the first person I’ve heard call a spider affectionate, that’s a pretty badass quality.” He laughs again, extending his hand. “Forgive me though, m’am. The name’s Jack, I should probably have lead with that.”

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“I was 35 and should have known better. Had to take extended leave just because I’d been foolin’ around trying to impress my ex-wife. Man… she wasn’t even impressed with the scar I got after surgery.” He laughed, swilling the scotch in his glass around. “You, kid, are lucky. Enjoy those clean breaks while you can.”

Listening to her talk made Jack thankful that he’d done the majority of his stupidest partying back in the 90′s when smart phones were happily a thing of science fiction. The fewer pictures of his nineties haircut and gold chain that existed, the better.

“To being the weird fun drunk!” He smiled, chinking his glass against hers. “Although the dad in me feels the need to warn you against the weird places part. I know you can handle yourself, wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t but still… I guess I’m old fashioned, y’know? I worry my daughter’s out doing the exact same thing right now. She’s a bit too much like her old man.”

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“Shit, really? Thought chicks were into scars? That’s what all the other guys try telling me.” Hardly any of them had scars worth showing though. The worst one War has seen had a shitty story behind it. “Nah, I was in a Humvee in Iraq when I broke my leg. Whole vehicle rolled and it snapped my left leg clean in half. That one was rough. I don’t like being out of commission for long periods of time. Then all my other breaks were stupid shit like my wrist or fingers. Stuff I could deal with.”

Clinking her glass of whiskey against his, she sat and listened to him give her the dad speech. Yeah, she’d gotten this a few times. Once from Truck, another from Jay, and then one from Chris. The mention of a daughter though caught her attention. “No shit? You have a daughter? How old is she? What’s her name?” War loved hearing about everyone’s families. The young Alpha was all to easily sucked into a story. 

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“Lookin’ to pick up chicks with those scars of yours, huh?” Jack teased, grinning as he drained his glass of whisky. The Humvee story sent him wincing, his face creased into a grimace. “Shit, kid... that one made my leg fuckin’ hurt in sympathy. You don’t do things by halves, huh?”

He hadn’t exactly expected her to be full of questions about his family, but Jack had drunk just enough that he didn’t mind talking about them, in passing at least. Talking the time to pour himself another whisky (he had a feeling he was going to need it) he paused, taking a sip before speaking again.

“Well...my eldest is Nicole... she turns 20 this year. Still lives with her mom in New York. My son Cody is 15 and he’s based out in Virginia now. And then there’s my baby girl, Nancy. Shit... she must be what, 8 now?” He shrugged, shaking his head. “I’m a terrible dad, in case you couldn’t tell.”

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“Heh, alright then. I’d say that’s probably pretty good advice.” The Alpha merely shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her whiskey. When the other patted her back she merely chuckled. “Broke your leg, huh? That always sucks, man. I’ve been lucky enough to have all my breaks heal up rather nicely. Never thought about them healing like that before.”

She took another sip, feeling the slight burn in the back of her throat. “Oh, I’m sure there are a shit ton of embarrassing videos of me at this point. I always get super relaxed when I drink so I end up all over the place. I think I sang karaoke once, or at least tried to. I’m pretty sure that’s why some of the soldiers always want me to drink with them. I’m the weird fun drunk. Problem is I’m super energetic and if no one is watching me I end up in weird places.”

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“I was 35 and should have known better. Had to take extended leave just because I’d been foolin’ around trying to impress my ex-wife. Man... she wasn’t even impressed with the scar I got after surgery.” He laughed, swilling the scotch in his glass around. “You, kid, are lucky. Enjoy those clean breaks while you can.”

Listening to her talk made Jack thankful that he’d done the majority of his stupidest partying back in the 90′s when smart phones were happily a thing of science fiction. The fewer pictures of his nineties haircut and gold chain that existed, the better.

“To being the weird fun drunk!” He smiled, chinking his glass against hers. “Although the dad in me feels the need to warn you against the weird places part. I know you can handle yourself, wouldn’t be here if you couldn’t but still... I guess I’m old fashioned, y’know? I worry my daughter’s out doing the exact same thing right now. She’s a bit too much like her old man.”

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“Forgive me if I’m asking in all the wrong places here, m’am, but what’s the 141′s policy on keeping pets on base? I lot of rules had to be bent in just the right ways for me to keep my dog on the SC base. Am I likely to have to pull the same strings over here?” 

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“Depends on the size of your pet. One of our superiors decided that having animals on hand helps raise morale and minimize stress, so for all of MacTavish’s complaining, they’re tolerated. One of our pilots, for instance, has a teacup chihuahua that has never really been fussed over by brass. My tarantula has met the same reception. So long as your baby isn’t obscenely large, poses no threat, and is behaved, you should be fine… So, what breed do you have?”

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“Man, that’s a fucking relief. If my princess couldn’t stay here with me, I’m not sure what I’d do.” He laughs, although there’s no hiding the weight that has been lifted in his voice as he does so. “Matilda is a pug and she isn’t exactly a big one at that. She’s impeccably behaved enough to have seduced even Cpt. Dawkins, if that’s a good enough reference?” He smiles, all charm. “Wait... did I just hear you say that you owned a tarantula?”

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Words might often fail him, but actions don’t.

He’d seen her there shaking and he’d needed to stop it. He’d wanted to say something, anything that might help but his tongue had turned traitor and left him high and dry. Instead, he’d done what had felt natural, folding her into his arms and against his body before she could say a word. He didn’t mean anything by the action, wasn’t looking for an excuse to feel her up like some might think. He just wanted to show her that he cared, that he wasn’t prepared for her to stand their, embarrassed and alone.

Now he wants to drag Riley’s ass out into the yard and kick his ass. He’s got a lot of respect for the lieutenant, but it’s his capacity for deconstructing people right in front of his eyes that makes Jack’s anger flare. He knows Danny doesn’t need protect, doesn’t need some white knight to wade in and defend the honour that she’s more than capable of defending herself. But damn, he wants to throw some punches at the man who hurt her this way, if only to make himself feel better right now.

She’s a firecracker, fiesty and unpredictable and that’s what he likes about her. Danny is her own woman, plays by her own rules and that is something Jack relates to, something he fuckin’ understands. She can be aggressive sure, but hell, so can the LT.

So can Jack if you catch him in the right mood. They’re soldiers, aggression is just another part of their day to day. To think otherwise is just fuckin’ jaded.

“I only see what you’re prepared to show me, doll.” He smiles, relieved as she finally relaxes into him. He can’t get her words out of his head though, her first statement rolling through his mind in waves. He doesn’t pull back, doesn’t want to startle her and force eye contact in a way that might scare her off, so instead he presses the gentlest of kisses into the crown of hair on top of her head, his arms squeezing her gently as he does so.

“You know what I do see? You working your ass off trying to prove somethin’ this whole damn task force knows, just because one LT has drawn his own special set of crosshairs on your back.” He laughs, the sound a little dark. “If I were Riley, I’d worry about what was going on in his own back yard before trying to tear down others.” Another pause as he worried his lip, half wondering if he should talking here and now. “Hell, Danny... you’re really somethin’, y’know? Don’t go letting anyone make you feel as though your nothin’.”

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The soft wuffling of her inquisitive pup is the only sound Danny can hear - the 141 base having hit lights out several hours ago. Curled tail waggling intermittently, her prince trotted back and forth, stuffing his face into interesting tufts of grass. Danny watched him with a soft smile on her face, hands rubbing up and down her arms as an icy breeze teased at her clothes, her hair.

Shit, she should have brought his coat.

Pursing her lips, she let out a shrill whistle. “Ali,” she called, clapping her hands lightly. “Come here bub.”

There’s no response from her little pug, except to run further into the darkness. Frowning a little, Danny whistled again, stepping off the solid bitumen with a grunt. She’d only limped a few steps before she saw it - the dark silhouette racing towards her boy with short, joyful steps. It was difficult to see the hot pink and sparkles in the low light, but she didn’t need to. Danny knew who it was as the familiar thud of combat boots sounded behind her.

“Bit cold for an old man to be wandering around, isn’t it Jack?” Danny drawled, glancing over her shoulder and barely suppressing a grimace. “Those bones of yours creaking yet?”

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It’s hard not to notice his little princess running off into the darkness with an enthusiasm that she rarely has at this time of night. The trotting of her little legs has him striding with a jump in his step, watching her sparkly pink coat fade into the darkness.

He’s close to panic when he sees more movement, notices a lighter bundle of cute race towards Matilda. Jack grins, recognising the little pug immediately. Whether he’s grinning purely because he has a soft spot for Alistair, or because he knows that his owner won’t be far, Jack isn’t sure. Instead, he follows slowly behind Matilda, pausing to grab a cigarette and his lighter from his pocket. Once it’s lit and smouldering between his fingers, he takes a longsought after drag, catching sight of Danny in the distance.

“This old man took all his vitamins this morning, so I wouldn’t worry yourself too much, darlin’.” He grins, completely oblivious to her tone. He’s more than used to being chewed out by her, to a point where it no longer really bothers him. Instead, he surveys her obviously cold frame, his voice soft and cheerful when he finally responds. “Looks to me like you’re the one suffering from the cold.” He reaches into his pocket and holds out his cigarettes towards her. “They might not be any good for your lungs, but a smoke when it’s cold out is good for the soul if you ask me.”

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“I like to think I’m a connoisseur when it comes to partying, but I swear the 141 are already trying to kill me.” He grins. “You people hit harder than anybody I’ve ever met. Shit... how the hell are you still even standing?”