FAITH STILL NEEDS A GUN

COLONEL RICK FLAG "Some things in life are worth more than your life."

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feralenchantress:

“Don’t let Floyd hear you say that.” Being around a soldier as a lover and on the field made her pick up little tips. Especially when he took her to the shooting range. She was no sharpshooter but she did show her how to use a small firearm to say the least. However, unlike him, she had only just adjusted to the recoil of a small firearm. “Bragging rights are the last thing on my mind. I am just glad I was able to switch back to myself easier this time.” June said to him.

“Yeah, I am sure I saw a rat in there.” June admitted, her face scrunching up as she remembered seeing through the witch’s eyes before they switched back around. The witch apparently found it more funny than when Rick got injured. Whoever said the Enchantress was just moody didn’t spot the signs how anytime any of the team got hurt or, perhaps even blown up by Amanda, she would wear a discreet but twisted smirk.

Rick’s gaze fell but his boyish grin lingered, softer now. He would have hell to pay had Floyd heard that statement. Can’t out shoot Deadshot. Rick held a minor (obvious) admiration for the guy because of it. He looked back up at June afterward and shrugged forward with a relaxed gaze. Set a hand on her throat and jaw. He wouldn’t call June’s ability to return improvement, it was something else, and playing dumb with optimism would cause trouble faster than any in their party could hope to contain it. Still, the simple mortal man was proud of his girl, and exhilarated time an again when he got her back from a battle. Rick lent in to grace the doctor’s lips with a small kiss from his own. “‘means everything to hear you say that.”

He hummed a low chuckle and bumped his forehead against hers once, “He always finds a way to get in the sewer for a mission; now I know it’s all for a free buffet.” Had to at least be partly true.

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feralenchantress:

June let out a sigh that was most certainly audible, her brows creasing for a moment but at least he could admit it. Rick liked to think he was somewhat immortal or make people think he was. However, he was just a man and every man had their limits, whether he would admit it or not. He really didn’t like to admit it. “Yes, well, if she wants to keep you as her top dog then she is going to have to let you heal. I don’t even think you could take a recoil from a rifle right now.” June said though she wasn’t that sort of doctor, she had picked up little tips and tricks from being on the field when she was herself. Especially since the Enchantress was an unreliable healer due to her twisted little ways of ‘healing’ them. She wanted to try and help them more and more as June to try and reduce any risk but for Amanda, having an all powerful witch under your thumb was just too tempting to pass up over a meek archaeologist.

June looked up at him and shook her head. “Everyone was fine. Of course, things got a little hairy there but we all made it out alive. Croc puked though.” 

His girl’s vocabulary certainly had expanded since their first interaction. Rick wasn’t sure if he should express the enthusiastic surprise that came over him as she expertly used the word recoil. She was more than smart of course, brilliant. He knew that. Yet when her knowledge and understanding matched his own... Flag got a bit scared. “Really? I’d bet money I could still hit bullseye at the range.” He challenged in a harmless manner, gruff voice lightening just slightly. “If you are right; you’d have more bragging rights to hang over me.”

Rick’s eyes noticeably softened at the news that for once the whole team of stupid misfits got out safe. What a relief. The moment of weakness was broken when June shared the secret. When Richard laughed, his wound felt the shake, so he eased and let out a grunted breath. “Disgusting. Now I’m glad I missed out.” Digger would probably spew a whole slew of lies about what said puke consisted of. Oh joy.

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feralenchantress:

June sighed under her breath as her fingers traced the outline of what was sure to be another scar to add to his collection. “It isn’t funny.” She scolded a little when he felt the need to tell her just exactly how many stitches he had to have. “You tell me not to worry but just because I change into her doesn’t mean I can’t see what is going on. You could of died out there.” She muttered as he pushed some of her hair behind her ear. “This is going to take some time to heal. Hopefully Amanda that your not going to be fit for missions for awhile.”

Another soldier might have taken June’s words as a joke, but not Rick. However much he made light of the work, no one in his life had ever cared enough to jog his consciousness. Remind the colonel that there was more to live for. For so long, Rick merely kept fighting another day because there was simply no one else who would let alone could to his capacity. Rick tucked the lighthearted grin away as if Moone had ordered him to. He didn’t want to mock the woman for sharing concerns. ‘No way’ ‘they wish they could take me’ ‘just another day in the office’. The usual excuses wouldn’t work this time it seemed. “I could have.” Flag agreed with honesty and it sent a small jolt through his typically numbed mortal body. “My brain didn’t end up on the pavement, no doubt she’ll keep me on my toes with the full debrief and mission statements.” At least. He’d be surprised if Amanda didn’t shove him back out to the front lines. Rick preferred to be out there anyway. June kept him cautious. For the better. He slouched forward in the bed, reached a large hand to hold his darling girl’s waist supportively. Despite how weak he was. “We could do some paperwork together.” His boyish grin, only meant for her, returned.

“What about you though...?“ He didn’t like being out of the ring after a battle. Here Rick sat without a clue of what more happened to June and the others when his wounded body was dragged into the copter. “Is everyone okay?” Please...

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It’s taken a few months, but Rick falls right into Waller’s trap. He’d thought the trap was left for Lawton, but the sinkhole’s got room enough for two bodies. She always did prefer his service to hang on the safety of someone he loves. Rick thinks about that for a long time after Zoe falls asleep, banana mash dried in the corner of her mouth. He checks on her through the night. He thinks about texting Lawton, but doesn’t. This is a secret he intends to keep close to his chest, even closer than he’d kept June, buried so deep that only Zoe can feel its warmth, a shuddery, terrified thing in the pitch.

                  – the cuckoo bird, by kay_cricketed

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Loving your writing again already!!! Glad you're back writing Rick

Thank you so much!! I love my son ;v;

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bold which habits your muse has

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feralenchantress:

“Are you serious? You had to have stitches.”

Before Doctor June Moone, pain was the closest thing to a committed lover Rick had. Something to wake up to, care after, and after time grew into a second sleeve. A physical entity he just knew too damn well. It became normal to bear an injury. June--normal, kind-hearted June--was a constant reminder of how abnormal it actually was. Calloused hand with fingers woven in tape like bandages too rose up to trace the doctor’s soft knuckles gracefully for what harsh movements they were capable of. “Thirty-seven. To be exact.” He made light of this, for her sake, the only way Flag knew how. The way June put it, he grew more aware of the throbbing pain focused across his left shoulder blade. Skin forced together. He didn’t want June to see the red flesh hidden behind white gauze. Though such a wound would be nothing compared to all else she had witnessed. “Just another scar soon. Don’t worry..” Rick pressed one of June’s few loose hairs back to curve secure behind her pierced ear. Immediately, that pulsing tension at his back disappeared.

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“It ain’t that bad...”

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Did we take too many chances Or did we let too many pass us Did we throw it all away?

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“I’m sorry, but could you tell me when the light turns green?” Mapone asks with a light laugh, “I’m afraid I can’t see a thing. Side effect of being blind I’m afraid.”

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“Oh yeah, sure.” Rick had been pulled out from his thoughts when the woman started the small talk with him. Closed off after spending so many years overseas, the soldier still cared deeply for people who gave him reason to fight every day. Pointing his nose forward after catching a glance of the seemingly younger woman, he mentioned when the light finally changed, “It’s green now. Mind the step.” Respectfully, he didn’t pander the woman and kept a safe shoulder to shoulder proximity which was quite common in such busy cities.