DON'T MAKE ME SHOVE MY BOOT UP YOUR ASS. I just shined it. Tag: rpthundersoldier Please see the 'About' section for information on rping and the 'Bio' section on the character!
The soldier doesnât know much about Riley but he loves to be around the man. Heâs practical and self efficient and itâs nice to see someone still working hard in a base with such a small staff even after the history with Badlands. Thunder wants to help the sniper as much as possible, a familiar feeling he can sense in the other that he canât really explain. The normalcy is probably the biggest thing he enjoys, the ability to just sit and talk and enjoy nature and their friendship makes Thunder the happiest. Never does he have to feel threatened or watch out for dangers when heâs with Riley, a pleasant wave of calm washing over him because even with those two large fluffy beasts running around, Loki and Thor are the sweetest dogs he knows and he absolutely loves to spoil them.
(I donât really understand crushing (and squishing) in general, let alone with people who are already in a relationship so I ???)
Itâs hard to explain the relationship between the two, the pair having been together for years and enduring countless struggles that they threw at each other because of their own reasons. When they first met, they hated each other and now they canât stand to be apart.
Before they came a pocket pair and a couple, Tobias would use Thunder for experimental surgery. The soldier would also be often drugged in the mornings and found with his face in his food. Thunder used to be louder and more reckless, eager to prove himself to others but being with Tobias has calmed him from that high and helped him with his own emotional set backs, being able to bring out the best, and worst, from the soldier. Needless to say, Thunder has done the same to prove to the medic himself that he is also something to be recognized. The two are good at showing others that they are a powerful duo and able to take down any who oppose them when working together. Â
Tobias has a well known history of wandering off for sex, a trait that never sat well with Thunder, the soldier being very traditional. It had often lead to arguments and time apart, which led to poor workmanship in battle but sooner or later they would always come back together to settle their minds and differences. Tobias has had to reassure Thunder on constant occasions that it is just something he needs to do and it cannot be broken easily. The soldier himself, although hurting and thinking that he isnât enough, understands the freedom that the medic needs and allows it, despite his own feelings. Thunder has always put the medicâs feelings and general well being before his own in their relationship and he always will, no matter the case.
In recent history, the soldier had been reassigned to an offsite base to help with beginners, the medic shortly following. Since then, their relationship has been on shaky ground, the two, despite their well based knowledge of each other, canât help but be human and have conflicts. The many years of bottling his feelings away has made Thunder salty about Tobiasâ affairs and finally took action. This didnât settle right with the medic either, both being highly possessive of each other, so when the soldier decided to give Tobias his own medicine, everything spiraled down into a darkness.
The two were bitter at each other and at themselves for letting everything that had happen take place, soon their actions and emotions coming to a head and a ceasefire occurring in their lives. During this time, they locked themselves away from each other and others, recovering both mentally and in their relationship. The soldier had become a shell of his former self, depressed and slowly slipping back into the insanity that he had well become acquainted with before the industry. He couldnât bear to think about what his lover was suffering through, the thought of the man alone and what the soldier had done hurting more than any physical injury. Tobias had done so much to help stabilize him and Thunder destroyed everything years of hard work had put in place with one selfish deed.
It was months before they were comfortable seeing each other in the same room again, guilt washing over both of them and shame keeping it in place. Their stability all together, in battle and in their lives, Â had crumbled and only the two rebuilding it together could save it. It had taken another handful of weeks, and some shoving by some friends, to get them to level out. Nothing is back in place and will never be perfect again but just being with each other has made all the difference.
Even though the passed year had been difficult with the two, both soldier and medic still feel just as strong, if not stronger, for the other than ever before. Thunder still loves Tobias more than anything in the world and even though the soldier had⊠for lack of a better word, fucked up, he knows the medic loves him still all the same. Itâs been slow going for them to get back into the swing of things but each risk gives a great reward.
Tobias was the largest leading factor of Thunder having to break apart their time together. The soldierâs sole devotion and loyalty to the RED medic made it so that he had to deny most of what the BLU wanted to give him, be it closeness, reassurance, love, or otherwise. The guilt of having unwittingly lead Friedrich on mixed with the betrayal to his husband that the soldier was drowning in a terrible, dangerous concoction with no way to break to the surface. Thunder never wanted to hurt Friedrich but his own jealousy led them both down a terrible road, one that never should have been walked on. In his one moment of weakness, the RED took advantage of the BLU, toyed with both their feelings and then just dropped it all on the ground to shatter into a thousand pieces.
It hurt more than any injury or death to have to deny Friedrich, both knowing that he cared deeply for the soldier and knowing that he felt the same but unable to be able to return it because of the man who made him who he was today. The soldier had always been, and will always be, in a conflicted headspace, it being hard to be a loving partner to a dishonest man, and he just knew that Friedrich wouldnât understand. Wouldnât understand what Thunder had done, had been through; he knew that Friedrich would only know the pain, and the BLU took it like a terrible drug, wishing that there would be a better tomorrow when they both knew there wouldnât be.
Thunder would never regret the time they had together, it always being special, but he would always feel that heaviness on his body, that knowing of what he had done and how he had hurt the two closest people to him in such a foolish way. Perhaps things would have been different if he hadnât had been so selfish.
As far as he knows and can remember, Murdoc has always been a nuisance though mostly on the field. The consistent need for violence constantly conflicts with Thunderâs natural patience levels and irritates him to no end. Being a pocket, Thunder isnât a good Jumper so with Murdoc always landing on him, or his medic, it always leads to a frustration, an anger that makes the RED feel inadequate, at not being able to protect his teammates (or himself), and a constant rage of being defeated so easily. The cheeky taunting only makes it worse and he wants nothing more than to humiliate Murdoc just as bad as heâs been. Or at least until the BLU learns some respect, which he doubt will ever happen.
Off the field, the BLU is still just as persistent in badgering him just in a lost rabid puppy sort of way. Thunder canât go anywhere without the other just being there and being an annoyance. A highly violent and mouthy annoyance. Thunder is starting to think that the man might just be unable to display any form of contact other than junk grabs and fists to the face but heâs slowly learning the BLUâs ways. Heâd enjoy a bit more subtleness though.
Thereâs a startled yelp from inside the van, followed almost immediately by some excited barking and a long string of muffled curses. When Riley finally managed to get his way past the excited collies and to the door, heâs still somewhat red in the face and rubbing the back of his head sourly.
He does try to put a smile on his face at the sight of Thunder and his grin, however, in spite of Loki trying madly to stick his head out to greet the Soldier through the little door that the Sniper is trying so hard to block. ââŠ.heyâŠ.â
âOi didnât know yeh were cominâ. Moighta put a shirt on âf Oiâd heard. Yeh wanna try cominâ in, or should we go back insoide? Fer cool airâŠ.ân some ice, maybe?â
The soldier bounced on his toes as he listened to the commotion inside the vehicle, grin still in place. The barking made it wider and the sight of the sniper himself made it stretch across his face. His arms lift up immediately to show off his goods, the clear bag of marshmallows showing signs of some dirt but the goods inside still clean and tasty. The disarray of Rileyâs fashion hardly fazed Thunder, his attention more so on the little fluffy face trying to make itself known, a round wet nose twitching at the smell of the jerky.
âI brought snacks!â A fair offering of peace and he clenches it harder to keep his hands from petting the dogs. âIf it is acceptable I would like to enter.â He shifted from foot to foot, sobering up a bit from his adrenaline rush. It was a little out of the blue for him to be there and Riley didnât look too thrilled to be seen. It was hard to tell though, if he was honest. âAlthough if you prefer the base we can go there, I am fine with either.â He wasnât a picky man⊠though he did lick at his lips a bit to keep his mouth moist, skin starting to get tacky from the sweat.
âIf we go to base though can the dogs come too?â Thunder paused enough in his meanderings to look bashful and a smidge embarrassed.
âOr break them,â he added, scratching at how jaw slightly. Now that the act had been rectified, he shuffled backwards to give the poor soldier the persona space heâd been stripped of so suddenly. âIâm not this finnicky over anything else, though. Promise.â
Disappointment fell across his features upon realising how wrong he was. ââŠHeeey, thatâs close enough for me.â The disappointment lifted, realising heâd been rememberedâat least, his ink had been. The flattery didnât last long, mouth forming an embarrassed cringe right before bursting into a flurry of snickering laughter. âWell, youâre not wrong there. Itâs Heinzâalthough I have no idea why everyone jumps to ketchup. Are they just known for that, really? HmâŠâ He was hardly offended, instead taking to propping himself up on the counter.Â
âSo, what brings you here, LightâThunder? In need of a check-up, or just passing through?â
The soldier could only chuckle in good nature at the smaller medicâs bashful movements. âItâs alright, I donât mind. I understand.â He raised a hand in gesture of peace to try and ease the other. ⊠Though it didnât last long as he couldnât help but laugh at the BLUâs other reactions. âWell they are popular for it!â
His movements made him realize he was still very close to the shelving that held a vast amount of jars and, as carefully as a man such as himself could, moved away from it and took a chair to put himself in. Thunder grinned at the other, pleased to not being yelled at or prodded for experimental surgery. The medics at RED were feisty things. âJust wandering. I enjoyed our brief meeting last time and thought Iâd come by for a âhelloâ. Itâs good to know that Iâve been at least a little remembered.â Being a total stranger would just be awkward for the both of them, especially if he had to try and reenact the whole scene prior. âAnd surprisingly enough thereâs not a lot of people that I know who have tattoos.â The soldier grinned wider. âEither that or theyâre embarrassing ones and wonât show them.â
âWhaâ I ainât drunk,â Murdoc grinned with a slur. ââm just really happy tâsee ya sâall.â As his impromptu dance partner removed himself from the grasp of the intoxicated soldier, the BLU frowned. âDun need tâgoâŠ. tâgo home,â he grumbled, lazily trying to shrug and pull off the hands that tried to still him. âNightâs still young nâ I got shit tâdo nâ there ainât nothinâ yâcan do tâstopââ
Just as his hands rested on the otherâs wrist, he stopped moving all together and stood still staring off into the distance. âLove this songâŠâ he muttered under his drunk breath before grabbing the wrist. Sluggishly reaching for the other, he placed one of Thunderâs arm around his waist and grasped the other, staggering close as his head lulled forward and rested on his shoulder for a moment. In his mind a slow song began to play, and he started to hum along. He murmured the lyrics surprisingly well despite his state, and gently ushered the RED to join along in a series of slow yet graceless steps.
âMmhm.â He wasnât impressed nor convinced. The only BLUs happy to see him were winning BLUs and, if Thunder may be so bold, Murdoc didnât exactly look like a winner right now. The RED took the pouting man in stride, arching a single brow. ââShit tâdoâ, eh?â Oh yeah it looked like the other was in deep with his tasks of shit. The potted man looked more shitfaced than Thunder had ever seen him and the staring off into space only made him think that Murdoc was starting to wander over into the crazy part of town. Though to be fair, the RED didnât have much room to wave the crazy card around, all things considered.
The hand grabbing his wrist made him seize up in preparation of a drunken brawl but when his arm was jerkingly guided to the otherâs waist and other raised up in the air, Thunder had to go along with the âdancingâ to keep his balance more so than pleasing the BLU. The press of cold steel against his cheek and a deep crooning close to his ear finally made him chuckle.
âYouâre all over the goddamn floor, arenât you?â An amused smile couldnât help but peek at his lips. Maybe heâd be able to play along with the BLU. Just this once. Itâs not like the other soldier would remember it anyway.
To make it easier for the both of them, Thunder patted Murdoc on the back, trying to lift him up into a straighter stance. âCâmon, if youâre going to use me as a post at least be considerate.â A few light thumps on the BLUâs back to get his attention before he was throwing his arm around the other and bodily trying to lift him up. It was hard to rearrange dead weight and Murdoc was quite a bit of it.
The RED was used to the taunts, could handle the abuse on the field and even the irrational beatings heâd get off of it but this was just too far. Watching Murdoc tumble around like a drunken sailor and call it âdancingâ was just down right wrong and awful to watch.Â
Walking over, he grabbed the BLU by the shoulders to steady him and looked him in the eye, frowning. âYour posture is terrible, your legs are like twigs and I worry for anyone within a two feet radius of you because of those flailing arms of yours.â He knew Murdoc was a little slow but as graceful as he was jumping, Thunder wouldâve sworn heâd be a bit more elegant than⊠this.
Murdoc could feel the beats in his steps, the music in is soul, and the rhythm in his body. If he wasnât a flailing mess of drunk, it might have been poetic. But he was. His week had started off bad and ended worse, and he felt the only solution to help his feeble mind was to drown it in a case of booze. So he did. Now he found himself lost in the middle of nowhere, trying to âdanceâ away his problems. Not even the strong hand on his shoulder would be able to stop him.
âThunder!,â the BLU shouted out in a slur, ignoring any and everything that had been said to him. âThis music is amazing!â There was no music save for his drunken babbling. Grabbing the RED by the wrists, Murdoc began doing a weird off-beat boogie, moving their arms back and forth and swaying on his feet as he tried to get his new dance partner to join him in his frenzy.Â
The broken song coming from the BLU made Thunder wince, a startled look soon crossing his features as he was stumbled into a horrible shifting of limbs. âHow drunk are you exactly?â He asked, managing to tug himself free, trying desperately to still the other soldier. If he had to watch that ... moving for any longer he think heâd need to be drunk. There was bad dancing and then there was Murdoc.Â
His mild disgust soon turned to worry. How the hell did Murdoc get out here in this state? It was a miracle the guy hadnât killed himself yet. Plus if he was drunk enough to be able to hear things then he must be smashed. Hard. âShould probably take you home.â Thunder could only be thankful that the BLU hadnât decided to use all the empty beer bottles for other things.Â
Soldiers help other soldiers out. Regardless of team, origin or sexuality. Tessa felt bad for him as he was so sore and in pain from battle. Thinking of a way to help him, she sat him down back facing the sink. âTilt your head back.â
"Itâs fine, love." Her hands ran through his hair making sure the warm water covered every bit and also getting dried blood off his jaw. "So did you have a good day at work?" Tessa asked knowing that RED team one and she lost.
He stared up at her as she wet his hair, hands settled on the chairâs armrests. He hadnât been called âloveâ in a while- well not in English anyway. Thunder couldnât deny how nice it was though, the casualness of it all. Didnât think heâd be so close to a BLU right after the fight.Â
His eyes followed her hand down, and back up. It was all very homely. âAny day I donât have to spend the night in respawn I consider a good day.âHe felt a little bad about the few he had sent there though but it was all in the midsts of battle, nothing he could do anything about. âAh, no hard feelings, Iâm guessing?â
Knowing how ladies were about their hair, he also knew how rough it was on the field. Hair could be a dangerous thing, flying into the face and blocking view of the enemy. If one wasnât careful then they could get jumped on without knowing it! A simple solution could change all of that; he was going to braid it.Â
Sitting her down, he settled behind her and picked up her locks, expecting them briefly before letting them fall back down. âI can do a French, a Dutch, or a Twist, which do you want?â He could also do a bun but they made the helmet awkward to wear unless they were literally on top of the head and not on the back.
The soldier was holding her helmet, idly twisting the straps hearing the suggestions. âCan you do a Dutch braid please?â She asked hopefully before reaching for a cigarette and handing a comb back with some bobby pins too.
Nodding, he accepted the given items and set them aside, for now using his hands to straighten and separate the hair into their own strands. âAlright.â He focused a bit on keeping everything between his fingers in one hand before reaching for the comb with the other. âIâll admit itâs been a very long time so if itâs messy I canât help that any.âÂ
Soldiers help other soldiers out. Regardless of team, origin or sexuality. Tessa felt bad for him as he was so sore and in pain from battle. Thinking of a way to help him, she sat him down back facing the sink. âTilt your head back.â
The woman smiled gently running her slender manicured fingers through his hair. One hand resting on his hair and the other turned both handles hot and cold water, so itâd mix to make a happy medium.
The feeling was very relaxing, sending a small shiver down his back as he heard the water squeak on. He tried to lean back more to get a look but the spray from the water made him squint and think better of it.Â
âSorry.â He mumbled, shifting to get into a better position for her to work in. âItâs been a while.â He managed a sheepish grin.Â
Knowing how ladies were about their hair, he also knew how rough it was on the field. Hair could be a dangerous thing, flying into the face and blocking view of the enemy. If one wasnât careful then they could get jumped on without knowing it! A simple solution could change all of that; he was going to braid it.Â
Sitting her down, he settled behind her and picked up her locks, expecting them briefly before letting them fall back down. âI can do a French, a Dutch, or a Twist, which do you want?â He could also do a bun but they made the helmet awkward to wear unless they were literally on top of the head and not on the back.
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