Hiii! I'm Amae, the creator talking currently, I was bored and decided I'd finally lock in and make the account for Asher, so here we are.
But before we start that, RULES FOR RP:
1. NSFW: Okay, I might allow it but not too explicit. Just imagine one of those smut fanfics that aren't too explicit, that's as much as I'll allow.
2. Creator/Me: I don't mind if you talk to me in brackets for info, criticism or recommendations but flirting won't be tolerated as I am a minor behind this wild Aussie.
3. Anything real world related/politics: Yucky. Keep it far away from here.
4. Minors: Being honest, there's probably gonna a few of y'all interacting, so welcome but for the more mature topics, if you're sensitive to them, I'll use the NSFW/Mature feature to block it.
5. And last but not least, no weird comments or questions. Because those will just result in you getting blocked.
If you want to ask me about anything in regard to stuff on my blogs or RP-ing, here's my mod account (mostly use it for reblogs of stuff I find while scrolling but might as well use it for the mod)
@genderfluid-parent-of5
Also, I decided I'd tag all the blogs I'll make for the rest of my OCs here, so expect it to slowly fill up:
@medic-petra
@lieutenant-camilla
@leon-price
@colonel-valentino
So yeah, thx for reading the rules, now you may go onto Asher's info ^^
Hair: Medium length, usually wears it in a ponytail.
Hair color: Dirty, ash blone
Has a short stubble.
Eyes: Ocean blue
Distinguishing marks:
Scars: He has some scars on his body, a few on his arms, legs, torso, the general stuff. Though, a scar he has across his cheek is from him being an idiot but that'll be answered later ;>
Tattoos: Has a tattoo on his arm.
Personality:
He's a cocky, loud and passionate piece of shit putting it lightly. He's the type of lad you look at and think: "How the hell did he even get in a place like this?" He usually jokes around and teases others. But he can reign himself in serious situations. He's also pretty extroverted, so he can be found making quick chat or lots of friends. He's also sassy as shit, so Camilla and him go hand in hand.
Example of his personality: ROTTMNT Leo and Buck Wild
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEjBcsOHoa4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weGvK7QIpCU
Likes: Going through obstacle courses, working out, hanging out with the team and friends, partying and getting on the nerves of those he loves.
Dislikes: Being told to calm down and be like the others, doing things he doesn't like, being ignored.
Medical record:
Physical health: Good, fit for the field.
Mental health: He's stable, uses humour for a coping mechanism though.
On going: N/A
Service record:
Affiliations: ADF (former), SAS TF-141
Rank: Sergeant
MOS: ?
Unit: Was in the 3rd Drigade for 3 years before being taken under Val's wing and transferring to TF-141 with him
Clothing:
Civilian: Dresses like a frat boy/popular guy from college/high school
During the summer: Tanktop, shorts and his sneakers or sandals if on break.
During winter: Thick jacket, comfy sweater, sweatpants and boots.
In the field: Wears the standard uniform but adds his little flare to his vest at times.
Tags!
#Amae's-ranting: Just me making posts every now and then about thoughts.
#Asher's-life: Might upload little tid bits of his lore in drawings or things like a written down thing.
#Asher-rp-chats: RP-ing.
#Asher-NSFW: If you're not comfortable with NSFW, feel free to block this tag right now.
Thanks for reading everyone, hope I have some fun with this wild Australian^^
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
"I'm about to rip someone a new asshole, don't bother me!" He grumbles and shuffles harder into the beanbag. "I am so... SO! Tired... I cannot keep my eyes open, and someone.." He lifts his head and stares at Price. "...Won't let me take a nap."
Asher looks towards Price, who was focused on the game still going on, the group laughing at Soap having a dramatic reaction to something and he looks back at Albie as he says.
Albie grumbled with a thumbs up and just laid on the beanbag, napping there while they played. After a short hour or so, Soap called to Asher. "Aye, Ash- Is Albie fookin' alive on tha' beanba'?" He asks with a point to the very still sleeping man, almost like a rock.
Asher looks at Albie over his shoulder before he says as he looks towards Soap.
"He's 'live. Mate just needs a nap, 'eepy lad."
Leon quietly snorted at Asher's accent of words and mutters to himself.
"'Eepy lad.. Where he gets these words will never fail to amuse me."
"Oi, I heard that ya little shit, c'mere!" Asher calls out as he pulls Leon into a headlock, ruffling his hair to no end, the lad laughing and trying to get out the hold.
Albie kept asleep through all the noise and laughter, stiller than a rock at this point, his back not even rising with his slightly audible breaths. Soap laughs and gets up, putting his ear beside Albie's face to hear for breathing. "Naye, he's dead." Soap jokes as Albie is indeed alive.
Soap then laughs at the scene and nods Asher on, snickering.
Leon continues squirming in the headlock before he pulls his usual move and kicks his foot against Asher's crotch, Asher groaning and grabbing at his junk, Leon getting away as he says.
"That's why ya don't mess with me! I know weak spots of the body, no matter the sex."
He then sits back down in his previous spot while Asher tries to get himself together before it's his turn in the game while saying to Soap dryly.
"Then take 'im to the morgue if he's dead, christ!"
Soap chuckles and plops back down, arms spreading out. "Too comfortable f' tha'. Look a' 'im! Everyone shut u'!" He yells and waves his hands down to gesture silence, pointing to Albie.
After everyone quiets down, he points right at Albie and shrugs. The man was unbelievably still with a soft 'phhhh... pppphhhh..' of his breath, the sliiightest rise on his back. Soap throws his hands up and gets up again, both arms swinging to gesture to him, before he whisper yells. "He ain't even movin', dude! Jus'- Jus' sittin' 'ere! Conked it, 'e's dead!"
"But he- 'e's so still!?" Soap yips and sits back down beside Petra, mumbling to her. "This is bullshit.." He grumbles and looks away, Albie rustling before grunting.
"I'm alive.." He huffs and very slowly pushes up, head knocking back into the beanbag as he slumps down. "Maybe..." Albie adds on and falls asleep again, halfway off the beanbag at this point.
"Noooooooewwww..." Albie whines but clings to Asher anyway, head lulled down leading to Soap calling to Asher. "Aye, check 'is pulse! 'M serious 'bout 'e dead thing!"
"He's speakin', so quit yer shenanigans, MacTavish or I'll show a Blue Bobble up yer arse next time we're in Australia!" Asher called back as he made his way further from the common room, entering the hall that leads to the barracks.
Listen to this while reading please and thank you, statement.
CW: Lots of blood and gore, OC and main character deaths, heavy angst, mention of necrosadism (Camilla's body), mention of suicide (hanging)
PLEASE Also read the tags below before reading, if this stuff makes you uncomfortable, it'd be best if you didn't read it, it's kinda heavy in my opinion and I don't want any of y'all hurt, so take care of yerselves :<
Come along down with me
You're not alone, you will see
It's the mission day, all teams are getting ready for it. Chatting, laughing and much more as they ready their gear and supplies, unaware that today would be the day they wouldn't return home, not even one of them...
The children, they have each other
And each other is all they need
The soldiers that are parents are saying goodbye to their kids, Price and Val are hugging Leon while promising him they'll return like they always have, Albie kissing Lainey and giving his farewell hugs to Kona and Bailey while saying his own promises and the others doing the same.
The kids waving as the soldiers board their trucks and drive off, Leon being driven back home by Lainey and them going home as well.
In the hour of joy in this paradise
I thought about all that could have been
Some soldiers thinking about things, talking about strategies on how to take down the enemies and get what they need.
If we had never done the things we did
If we had realized all our sins
They get off the trucks and meet the other teams helping them today, introducing each other while some who were religious stayed off to the side, praying they come back safe and alive, one of those people being Valentino and Camilla, they weren't really religious but they prayed whenever tough missions were about to start.
Come along down with me (come along, come a-, come along)
You are not alone, you will see (come along, come a-, come along)
We children, we have each other
And each other is all we need
In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy
The teams get their strategies figured out and spread out, covering all the buildings and area of the place they were raiding to kill a big and dangerous gang led by Makarov.
In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy
In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy
In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy
In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy (just normal chorus)
Artificial façade from a fraud of a God
All due to the path that we trod (we trod)
Pans to Valentino, Price and Mint walking through halls of the main building, looking around for any members they could kill or arrest before Valentino stops in his tracks in front of the door to a security room. There were a few dead bodies and blood splattered everywhere but monitors showed... Everyone on the mission currently, their personal info and their family and he saw himself and Price's information along with a picture of Leon with his face crossed out...
We just wanted to heal, but now our nightmares are real
And now we'll never wake up, for we've torn apart
We want freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom (we all fall down)
We'll sleep well now, dream dreams knocked out
Valentino immediately bolts to Price and Mint, telling them about the situation and they realize it's all a big trap, they start running to go warn the other team nearby while radioing in but suddenly, a gunshot rings out, Price falling to the ground and Valentino lets out a distraught yell as he crouches down by the body, holding Price's body but he gets stabbed through the neck by someone sneaking up behind him, going limp as he tries to breath but chokes on the blood, which was gurgling from his neck before his eyes went blank after a few minutes.
Mint was faced with a stare off with Makarov... His brother that he thought had died or something all those years ago. The man goes to raise his gun but he gets shot through the chest and collapses to his knees, panting and silently yelling in pain while Makarov walks over and kicks him down.
He says as he points the gun at Mint's head. "See you in hell, брат. (brother)"
He shoots Mint through the forehead, making sure they were all really dead before he turned on his heel and continued his way down the hall. Valentino, Price and Mint were all laid close to each other, blood pooling around them, their blood mixing together... Hopefully they found peace together in the afterlife.
New blooms when playtime sprouts
New crime blooming and sprouting despite the teams taking out crime everyday all year.
Come along, go to sleep (come along, come a-, come along)
And leave here without a trace (come along, come a-, come along)
Memories of Leon as a youngling flashes through Valentino and Price's mind as they died off.
Him being just a baby they found at the doorstep of the base, being rocked in Valentino's arms to fall asleep while Price took a photo, being 4-5 years old when he was diagnosed with Asperger's after the kindergarten caregivers noticed the patterns in behavior, dealing with his wanting to be by Price's or Valentino's side at all times, crying and running after them, whenever they left for work after going on a walk along with the group to keep him calm and being told he tried to escape from kindergarten because he wanted to be at home with them.
Then the first day of school, picture taken with his little neon yellow kerchief around his neck and a diploma of sorts (?) and then the rest of the years mostly blurred, mostly just having the more intense moments during 8th grade in the middle of the year.. where the scars came from.
And now, he was going onto high school and.. they weren't going to be able to see it.
Though life in the shadows isn't much
It's better than living in a cage
Pans to Owl and Ghost fighting. They're working like a deadly duo, killing off members that attacked them during their recon of the place, quite quick but of course it all falls down eventually. They start getting a bit sloppy due to being tired of the constant onslaught and end up being wounded.
Ghost took Owl to a secluded area to have him rest, trying to patch his wounds up but due to extortion, he died. Ghost was frozen for a while in shock before he laid Owl's dead body laying on his back, facing the ceiling and arms being crossed on his chest.
He said a quiet prayer before he went off, going to check on someone he begrudgingly but not so begrudgingly held to his heart and the others to make sure they made it out alright.
Can you see us?
He approaches down the hall, hand clenched over his side where his bullet wound was bleeding profusely, he was feeling weaker and weaker by the second, knew he was going to die very soon but hell if he wasn't going to find that woman. Even if she got on his nerves and almost never tried to work with him properly.
Can you hear us?
He walked through the now blood and gore filled hall where he had heard screaming earlier while fighting, bodies scattered everywhere. Some cut open and organs spilled out, others shot and no other signs of death... Then Camilla. She was lying against the wall, bloodied. Her chest was slashed open, revealing her rib cage and a bit of her lungs and heart, one of her arms cut off and discarded a few meters away and pants missing... with fluid he'd rather not name on her thighs and legs.
He stumbled over to her, falling to his knees in front of her, eyes wide but dark with rage. He wanted to go after the sick fuckers who did this, kill them, torture them but alas, his time drew near the end. He took off his uniform shirt and takes Camilla's body into his lap, feeling sick as he wrapped the shirt tightly around her waist as if it were a skirt.
He then placed her back down, laying her down and he laid down next to her, holding her hands in a way that looked like they were praying together. He gazed into her blank eyes, no signs of the wild fire she usually had burning brightly, just.. death.
(reference pic)
He reached his hands out and gently closed her lids while doing the same himself after, drawing his final breath. The two laid like fallen angels praying to the heavens above while chaos continued around them.
Artificial façade from a fraud of a God
All due to the path that we trod (we trod)
Pans to the rest of the teams, most were just walking around, gathering info, reconing the area, fighting off or arresting members of the gang while searching for the main guy behind this all...
But shit went tits up for everyone eventually. They were all being killed off in their own ways, Asher was crushed along with Gaz after trying to save the man from debris of an explosion set off, Albie having died from said explosion, when he tried to warn others but alas was too late...
Soap tried to run but got shot through the head and many others suffering the same or similar fates.
Bodies were eventually lying around everywhere, almost all of the people from the team were dead except one..
We just wanted to heal, but now our nightmares are real
And now we'll never wake up, for we've torn apart
The last remaining person was Stray surprisingly. The lad hid in a closet, when he started hearing the chaos, screams, gunshots, explosions and when he came out? Pure trauma and nightmare inducing stuff.
Blood, guts, organs, brain matter, sinew, viscera and god knows what else was lying around on the walls, ceiling and ground. He fell to his knees after seeing Soap's body, letting out small whines and whimpers as tears fell down his face.
He then felt a cold metal press against the back of his head and Makarov's voice behind him. "Huh, didn't think they'd leave a little, whiny stray like you to live.. Best I finish the job myself then."
Stray tried to panic and beg for his life but everything went dark before he could, his body falling to the ground, the last of the blood shed tonight...
We want freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom, freedom (we all fall down)
Happy memories and moments flash through the screen. Everyone laughing and hanging out after an exhausting mission, lovers cradled in each other's arms after nearly losing each other to a dangerous mission/situation, kids having fun with their parents and welcoming arrivals of new ones (Bailey and others).
It makes it seem like nothing happened at all. That it was all a giant nightmare everyone somehow had or nostalgic retelling of memories but..-
We'll sleep well now, dream dreams knocked out
New blooms when playtime sprouts
But then it harsh cuts back to reality, showing the dead bodies of everyone.
Valentino, Price and Mint laid close to each other but still far from each other, separated by their positions that otherwise would've resulted in all of them in a warm embrace they usually had in bed...
Owl alone, slumped against the wall with nothing, his mask broken and his face now on full display... The things he feared most happened, being vulnerable and exposed, his girls now left alone without the only person they called a father.
Ghost was lying beside Camilla, clothes draped over her like she was a deity he was destined to protect from the foul and disgusting side of humanity but failed to...
Asher and Gaz crushed together, remains everywhere but still close, stubbornly so. Like it was, Asher was always sticking to Gaz, even when the man tried to separate himself completely. They were stick and tape that was forced together at first but became good after a while, forming a tightly built bond between brothers.
Albie was at the very far end of the hall, body and face facing the ground, separated from everyone he once protected and cared for, alone.. in silence, never to be with them again.
And the rest of the dead people, mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, grandparents, all dead... Not to be seen returning alive but in the form of dog tags and the person's uniform.
Artificial façade from a fraud of a God (la-la-la-la, la, la-la)
All due to the path that we trod
It's been a few days after the whole massacre. Medics and disposal teams were finally sent to the now abandoned area. Petra, Zivah, Sorren and many others sent there to pick up the bodies, put them in bags and take them home.
Petra almost instantly broke down on her knees, when she saw Soap and Stray's dead bodies... Zivah standing behind her with her hand on Petra's shoulder, tears running down her face at the sight, sobbing when she spotted Ellwyn's body amongst the mess.
Sorren in shock at finding Asher's almost completely crushed body but crying as he held it to himself, once he collapsed onto his knees, grieving the probably only person who saw through his disabilities and made him feel like he was worth something, worth of being loved like normal, gone like a moth to a flame...
Flames do always burn too bright, don't only shoo away things but bring them in. Sorren was the moth, Makarov was the deadly wind determined to blow it out.
Many were grieving as they wrapped the bodies or what remained of them in bags. Those who seemed like they wanted to be close, separated, put into different trucks to be taken to different parts of the world... Siblings and family stayed together (Val and Camilla) but lovers barely did, only those known to be really close were decided to be transported together.
We just wanted to heal, but now our nightmares are real (la-la-la-la, la, la-la)
And now we'll never wake up, we've torn apart
Months have passed now. The bodies have all been taken back to where they were born, Valentino and Camilla were buried in their childhood's backyard, their mother not wanting them to be rested in a place away from the place they called home.
Asher was returned to Australia albit trickly, his remaining family buried him in the nearby graveyard, just a name on a stone... They rarely came to visit but whenever Sorren was free and eventually retired, he would go to Australia and visit the grave. Talk to it, tell it about his days and how much he missed Asher, wishing every day he hadn't been taken that day... Crying every time he left.
Ghost, Gaz and Price were all buried somewhere in Britain. Ghost in Manchester, Gaz in a graveyard on the outskirts of London and Price in Liverpool.
Soap was sent back to Scotland in an urn, his family putting it on the fireplace to always be in view, they couldn't bare not seeing their wee lad anymore...
Mint was sent back to America, the people there not really sure on what to do with him, so they buried him in a military person's only burial site. Nothing special, just a cross stone with his name on it.
And so on, so forth... Oh yea, Owl! Well, when his body was discovered, the medics at first didn't have an idea what to do with him but then an anonymous person reached out, telling the medics to leave the body near a forest at a classified location.
They hesitated at first, not really sure on what to do but they followed through. When they left, the daughters came out and took the body to the property, burying it close to the house, so his spirit could always overlook the land.
Years passed, everyone had mostly gotten over it but still held the people close to their hearts but there were a few that.. didn't survive the aftermath.
The most known one was Leon. The lad was already in a bad mental state from other bullshit that happened, so you can imagine the sudden shock of soldiers and social workers he didn't know ending up at his door with Price and Valentino's tags and uniforms held in their arms was not good on his already deteriorating mental state...
But becoming an adult pushed him even closer to the edge. The burden of responsibility and expectations from society and everyone was too much for him, so once he really had enough... He committed suicide by hanging himself on April 30th 2035 at 3 am, 3 hours after he turned 25...
He was found out by Lainey, who called him multiple times to check in on him, having been his kind of caregiver after he became alone. When he hadn't replied instantly like always, she went to the house to check on him and she found him, neck hung on the neck, a defeated man hanged on the gallows from the weight of responsibility and life crushing him.
He was buried besides Price in Liverpool after Lainey told them to do that, so at least in the afterlife, he was reunited with his dad.
--
Sorren was the other to go, not by suicide but by his conditions simply.. taking him. As he aged, the conditions became worse and worse on his body. By the time he was 70, he was bound to a wheelchair for movement and fully blind. He passed in his sleep at 6 am on June 23rd 20XX, right on Asher's birthday..
And that's it. There's no happy ending, no 'what about if they got reunited in the afterlife?', they weren't.
Most went to hell for their crimes during the military and most felt they deserved it. And a few went to heaven.
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
"I'm about to rip someone a new asshole, don't bother me!" He grumbles and shuffles harder into the beanbag. "I am so... SO! Tired... I cannot keep my eyes open, and someone.." He lifts his head and stares at Price. "...Won't let me take a nap."
Asher looks towards Price, who was focused on the game still going on, the group laughing at Soap having a dramatic reaction to something and he looks back at Albie as he says.
Albie grumbled with a thumbs up and just laid on the beanbag, napping there while they played. After a short hour or so, Soap called to Asher. "Aye, Ash- Is Albie fookin' alive on tha' beanba'?" He asks with a point to the very still sleeping man, almost like a rock.
Asher looks at Albie over his shoulder before he says as he looks towards Soap.
"He's 'live. Mate just needs a nap, 'eepy lad."
Leon quietly snorted at Asher's accent of words and mutters to himself.
"'Eepy lad.. Where he gets these words will never fail to amuse me."
"Oi, I heard that ya little shit, c'mere!" Asher calls out as he pulls Leon into a headlock, ruffling his hair to no end, the lad laughing and trying to get out the hold.
Albie kept asleep through all the noise and laughter, stiller than a rock at this point, his back not even rising with his slightly audible breaths. Soap laughs and gets up, putting his ear beside Albie's face to hear for breathing. "Naye, he's dead." Soap jokes as Albie is indeed alive.
Soap then laughs at the scene and nods Asher on, snickering.
Leon continues squirming in the headlock before he pulls his usual move and kicks his foot against Asher's crotch, Asher groaning and grabbing at his junk, Leon getting away as he says.
"That's why ya don't mess with me! I know weak spots of the body, no matter the sex."
He then sits back down in his previous spot while Asher tries to get himself together before it's his turn in the game while saying to Soap dryly.
"Then take 'im to the morgue if he's dead, christ!"
Soap chuckles and plops back down, arms spreading out. "Too comfortable f' tha'. Look a' 'im! Everyone shut u'!" He yells and waves his hands down to gesture silence, pointing to Albie.
After everyone quiets down, he points right at Albie and shrugs. The man was unbelievably still with a soft 'phhhh... pppphhhh..' of his breath, the sliiightest rise on his back. Soap throws his hands up and gets up again, both arms swinging to gesture to him, before he whisper yells. "He ain't even movin', dude! Jus'- Jus' sittin' 'ere! Conked it, 'e's dead!"
"But he- 'e's so still!?" Soap yips and sits back down beside Petra, mumbling to her. "This is bullshit.." He grumbles and looks away, Albie rustling before grunting.
"I'm alive.." He huffs and very slowly pushes up, head knocking back into the beanbag as he slumps down. "Maybe..." Albie adds on and falls asleep again, halfway off the beanbag at this point.
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
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Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
"I'm about to rip someone a new asshole, don't bother me!" He grumbles and shuffles harder into the beanbag. "I am so... SO! Tired... I cannot keep my eyes open, and someone.." He lifts his head and stares at Price. "...Won't let me take a nap."
Asher looks towards Price, who was focused on the game still going on, the group laughing at Soap having a dramatic reaction to something and he looks back at Albie as he says.
Albie grumbled with a thumbs up and just laid on the beanbag, napping there while they played. After a short hour or so, Soap called to Asher. "Aye, Ash- Is Albie fookin' alive on tha' beanba'?" He asks with a point to the very still sleeping man, almost like a rock.
Asher looks at Albie over his shoulder before he says as he looks towards Soap.
"He's 'live. Mate just needs a nap, 'eepy lad."
Leon quietly snorted at Asher's accent of words and mutters to himself.
"'Eepy lad.. Where he gets these words will never fail to amuse me."
"Oi, I heard that ya little shit, c'mere!" Asher calls out as he pulls Leon into a headlock, ruffling his hair to no end, the lad laughing and trying to get out the hold.
Albie kept asleep through all the noise and laughter, stiller than a rock at this point, his back not even rising with his slightly audible breaths. Soap laughs and gets up, putting his ear beside Albie's face to hear for breathing. "Naye, he's dead." Soap jokes as Albie is indeed alive.
Soap then laughs at the scene and nods Asher on, snickering.
Leon continues squirming in the headlock before he pulls his usual move and kicks his foot against Asher's crotch, Asher groaning and grabbing at his junk, Leon getting away as he says.
"That's why ya don't mess with me! I know weak spots of the body, no matter the sex."
He then sits back down in his previous spot while Asher tries to get himself together before it's his turn in the game while saying to Soap dryly.
"Then take 'im to the morgue if he's dead, christ!"
Soap chuckles and plops back down, arms spreading out. "Too comfortable f' tha'. Look a' 'im! Everyone shut u'!" He yells and waves his hands down to gesture silence, pointing to Albie.
After everyone quiets down, he points right at Albie and shrugs. The man was unbelievably still with a soft 'phhhh... pppphhhh..' of his breath, the sliiightest rise on his back. Soap throws his hands up and gets up again, both arms swinging to gesture to him, before he whisper yells. "He ain't even movin', dude! Jus'- Jus' sittin' 'ere! Conked it, 'e's dead!"
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
"I'm about to rip someone a new asshole, don't bother me!" He grumbles and shuffles harder into the beanbag. "I am so... SO! Tired... I cannot keep my eyes open, and someone.." He lifts his head and stares at Price. "...Won't let me take a nap."
Asher looks towards Price, who was focused on the game still going on, the group laughing at Soap having a dramatic reaction to something and he looks back at Albie as he says.
Albie grumbled with a thumbs up and just laid on the beanbag, napping there while they played. After a short hour or so, Soap called to Asher. "Aye, Ash- Is Albie fookin' alive on tha' beanba'?" He asks with a point to the very still sleeping man, almost like a rock.
Asher looks at Albie over his shoulder before he says as he looks towards Soap.
"He's 'live. Mate just needs a nap, 'eepy lad."
Leon quietly snorted at Asher's accent of words and mutters to himself.
"'Eepy lad.. Where he gets these words will never fail to amuse me."
"Oi, I heard that ya little shit, c'mere!" Asher calls out as he pulls Leon into a headlock, ruffling his hair to no end, the lad laughing and trying to get out the hold.
Albie kept asleep through all the noise and laughter, stiller than a rock at this point, his back not even rising with his slightly audible breaths. Soap laughs and gets up, putting his ear beside Albie's face to hear for breathing. "Naye, he's dead." Soap jokes as Albie is indeed alive.
Soap then laughs at the scene and nods Asher on, snickering.
Leon continues squirming in the headlock before he pulls his usual move and kicks his foot against Asher's crotch, Asher groaning and grabbing at his junk, Leon getting away as he says.
"That's why ya don't mess with me! I know weak spots of the body, no matter the sex."
He then sits back down in his previous spot while Asher tries to get himself together before it's his turn in the game while saying to Soap dryly.
"Then take 'im to the morgue if he's dead, christ!"
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
"I'm about to rip someone a new asshole, don't bother me!" He grumbles and shuffles harder into the beanbag. "I am so... SO! Tired... I cannot keep my eyes open, and someone.." He lifts his head and stares at Price. "...Won't let me take a nap."
Asher looks towards Price, who was focused on the game still going on, the group laughing at Soap having a dramatic reaction to something and he looks back at Albie as he says.
Albie grumbled with a thumbs up and just laid on the beanbag, napping there while they played. After a short hour or so, Soap called to Asher. "Aye, Ash- Is Albie fookin' alive on tha' beanba'?" He asks with a point to the very still sleeping man, almost like a rock.
Asher looks at Albie over his shoulder before he says as he looks towards Soap.
"He's 'live. Mate just needs a nap, 'eepy lad."
Leon quietly snorted at Asher's accent of words and mutters to himself.
"'Eepy lad.. Where he gets these words will never fail to amuse me."
"Oi, I heard that ya little shit, c'mere!" Asher calls out as he pulls Leon into a headlock, ruffling his hair to no end, the lad laughing and trying to get out the hold.
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
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Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
"I'm about to rip someone a new asshole, don't bother me!" He grumbles and shuffles harder into the beanbag. "I am so... SO! Tired... I cannot keep my eyes open, and someone.." He lifts his head and stares at Price. "...Won't let me take a nap."
Asher looks towards Price, who was focused on the game still going on, the group laughing at Soap having a dramatic reaction to something and he looks back at Albie as he says.
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
"I'm about to rip someone a new asshole, don't bother me!" He grumbles and shuffles harder into the beanbag. "I am so... SO! Tired... I cannot keep my eyes open, and someone.." He lifts his head and stares at Price. "...Won't let me take a nap."
Asher looks towards Price, who was focused on the game still going on, the group laughing at Soap having a dramatic reaction to something and he looks back at Albie as he says.
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
"Hmmm.." He mumbles and is still tapping his head, thinking for a while before Price bumps him over the head. "Hurry up." Price huffs, then Albie just points to Petra. "Petra can go. Give her a chance to bully Soap."
Petra huffs lightly out of amusement before she says as she looks towards Soap.
"Alright, darlin'. Truth or dare?"
Soap grins and thinks before he says with a cocky smirk.
"Dare~"
"Alright, I dare ya to try and do a handstand against the wall, see if ya can still do it without breaking yer arms."
Soap sputtered in surprise, he was definitely expecting something else but oh well. He got up and walked over to the wall, trying ONCE before Leon's voice rings through.
"No that's the wrong form! Lemme show ya how it's correct."
The room bursts into light laughter as Leon, a teen, shows Soap, an almost 30 year old man how to a basic handstand against the wall. After Leon felt satisfied, he sat back down and discreetly started recording Soap.
Albie giggled as he kept tapping his head while the soft noise filled in the occasional silence, even humming low sometimes. "When could y' do a handstand, dude?" Albie asks Soap as he gets down, chest shaking with laughter.
"Just about now, I guess. This little bastard had to teach me like he does with everythin'." He says light-heartedly as he ruffles Leon's hair before sitting down and saying.
"Aight, for the next victim.." He snickers to himself and yells out as his hand jerks towards the kitchen.
"VALENTINO! Truth or dare?!"
"MacTavish, I can't play right now-"
"C'mon, old man or I'm describin' sex in a VERY explicit way-"
"Fine! Spare me this time." Valentino peeks from around the doorway, his expression unamused. He sighs and says.
Albie shuffles in his seat with some crazy wriggles, almost like he was tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. "These couches need an upgrade.." He mumbles to Price, getting up and leaving for a beanbag nearby.
Soap just grins and crosses his arms while Valentino cooks. "Truth? Good. What's your favourite positio-" SMACKED right over the head by Petra, and he yelps. "Aye!!" In a high shriek as he gets smacked. "Okay! Gee.. Redo? Too bad. Who do you think issss... You're funniest friend..?"
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Albie huffs and keeps tapping his head slowly, fingers drumming the back slow and steady. "Good, good.." He grunts and sits up again, quite restless from boredom. "Ayeee, favourites? Oh- Not the kids. Pff- Okay." He chuckles and curls up on the couch, boots by the couch and socks on. "Mmmm, good question.." He browses the crowd for a moment, still tapping his head. "Guhh- Okay, okay- I'll go... Off personality, definitely Soap." He pauses and turns to the Scott, who is fist pumping. "You're always so- So enjoyable to be around. I'm down in the dumps and I come t' ya, boom, happy mood." He smiles, then gestures to Leon. "But I gotta say Leon might be m' favourite. He said I was his favourite, only returning the favour..!"
"Ahhh, don' let Petra 'ear ya. She'd kill ye." He snickers while Petra swats at his shoulder and Leon gives Albie a thumbs up while watching the game, he was also playing but didn't have his turn yet.
Asher then spoke as he looked back at Albie.
"Alright, who ya gonna make tell the truth or do a dare?~"
It was a boring day at base today. It was pissing it hard outside, meaning those who would usually be training outside all day couldn't and they didn't feel like going to the gym, so they were all stuck lying around in the common room.
Valentino was currently in the kitchen, making dinner for everyone (making his famous tortillas and a potato salad on the side for Leon, since he doesn't like tortillas), most of the team was sprawled out on the couches and floor, either staring at the ceiling, scrolling through the phone or watching the shitty reality show on the TV.
Asher then perked up as he got an idea and he speaks up as he places his phone down.
"Laddies and lasses, I've got an idea on how we can cure our boredom!"
All heads turned to him and he says as he claps his hands together.
"How 'bout we play some good ol' truth or dare?~"
Most nodded yes, not minding the change in activities while Price protested for a moment.
"Better keep it squeaky clean from suggestive stuff, Jackson. Or I'm makin' ya go broom up the rain."
"And keep it from becoming too chaotic! Don't wanna deal with dog fighting tonight." Valentino chimed in.
Asher begrudgingly agreed and they all gathered in a circle. The game started pretty fun, some truths were answered, some dares done until it was Albie's turn.
Asher rubbed his hands together cheekily as he says.
"Alright, McKinner. Truth or dare?"
@sergeant-asher
Albie grumbles in jokeful annoyance before thinking, rubbing his head. "Hmmm... I'll go truth." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, hands playing with his slightly wet hair from when he had to drag some recruits inside. In short terms, they snuck out and played in the rain like children, and it was Albie's crew. Stupid, but.. Kinda funny.
Anyway- Albie wriggles in his spot and waits, a little smile on his face from both the anticipation and the smell of Valentino's tortillas. "Nothin' too bad, dude." Albie adds on and gives a pointed glare to Asher, eyebrows raised.
Asher says as he raises his hands in feigned innocence.
"Won't do nothin' raunchy, there's old men around y'know." He whispered as if the said old men were kids supposed to be away from any raunchy/suggestive things
He then claps his hands and says. "ANYWAYS! Answer me this, d'ya have any favorites? And don't say Lainey or yer kids! I mean someone 'ere in this room or not."
Somewhat fluff or general stuff? Little rainy mood today
The rain smacked hard against the tin roof all week, soggy and slippery the entire time, meaning soooo much mud. Albie stood in his regular uniform in the showers, drying off while wringing his shirt out and huffing, just on guard outside despite the pounding rain. He grumbled low as some other guy came inside with what sounded like soggy boots. His were by the bench as he occupied a shower for the drain, wringing his shirt out in annoyance, almost choking it. "God's sake.. You'd think Price would let us off?" He complains to the man with yet another huff, drying his shirt off before sitting down. "Now I'm soaked and cold. Best of luck t' my immune system."
The lad that had just come into the showers was Asher. He was also pretty dirty from just being on perimeter check. He took off his dirty boots as he spoke up.
"Yea, it's like that old man could give less a fuck 'bout us bein' dirty as long as he ain't dirty.. Even then, the man ain't bothered about being dirty himself."
"Tell m' 'bout it.." He frowns and does a small sniffle, shaking off his wet hair like a dog. "Ghhhh- Pass me m' towel?" Albie asks and does a little hand grab to his locker.
Albie nods in thanks and dries his hair with some dramatic grumbles as he shook off. Then, he stood up with his sopping clothes and sighed. "Damnit.. This was my last set, too! I'm so- I'm so pissed! Now I'm either gonna have to use m' very rare uniform pass to wear the training set. And we both know how bad it looks.." He complains again, just loaded with complaints. "This- Ughhhhh!!"
Somewhat fluff or general stuff? Little rainy mood today
The rain smacked hard against the tin roof all week, soggy and slippery the entire time, meaning soooo much mud. Albie stood in his regular uniform in the showers, drying off while wringing his shirt out and huffing, just on guard outside despite the pounding rain. He grumbled low as some other guy came inside with what sounded like soggy boots. His were by the bench as he occupied a shower for the drain, wringing his shirt out in annoyance, almost choking it. "God's sake.. You'd think Price would let us off?" He complains to the man with yet another huff, drying his shirt off before sitting down. "Now I'm soaked and cold. Best of luck t' my immune system."
The lad that had just come into the showers was Asher. He was also pretty dirty from just being on perimeter check. He took off his dirty boots as he spoke up.
"Yea, it's like that old man could give less a fuck 'bout us bein' dirty as long as he ain't dirty.. Even then, the man ain't bothered about being dirty himself."
"Tell m' 'bout it.." He frowns and does a small sniffle, shaking off his wet hair like a dog. "Ghhhh- Pass me m' towel?" Albie asks and does a little hand grab to his locker.
Somewhat fluff or general stuff? Little rainy mood today
The rain smacked hard against the tin roof all week, soggy and slippery the entire time, meaning soooo much mud. Albie stood in his regular uniform in the showers, drying off while wringing his shirt out and huffing, just on guard outside despite the pounding rain. He grumbled low as some other guy came inside with what sounded like soggy boots. His were by the bench as he occupied a shower for the drain, wringing his shirt out in annoyance, almost choking it. "God's sake.. You'd think Price would let us off?" He complains to the man with yet another huff, drying his shirt off before sitting down. "Now I'm soaked and cold. Best of luck t' my immune system."
The lad that had just come into the showers was Asher. He was also pretty dirty from just being on perimeter check. He took off his dirty boots as he spoke up.
"Yea, it's like that old man could give less a fuck 'bout us bein' dirty as long as he ain't dirty.. Even then, the man ain't bothered about being dirty himself."
To say it was a hot day at base was an understatement... Most soldiers have resolved to being shirtless, even inside and where AC was blasting.
Those who were supposed to be training were either hiding somewhere to be in the cold or training like usual or just going on about their usual duties.
One of those people who were more appropriately dressed for the weather was Sorren, having decided to wear one of Asher's his tanktops and some shorts that hugged around his hips and ass, surely that wasn't going to cause any trouble?
He was currently hobbling down the hall from the medbay after doing a quick shift, unbeknownst to him, his lovely boyfriend was silently following behind him.
The man was sweaty to hell, having decided to go with his usual training and just drink a lot of water. He had just gotten back from outside, was going to just head to his barracks but when he saw Sorren? Oh boy, he felt like he just saw heaven. and his pants got tighter around his crotch area
He was eyeing the man's ass before he spoke up as he grabbed Sorren's ass.
"Damn, darlin'.. Ya tryin' to tease me with those shorts? Almost showin' half yer ass with those."
- @sergeant-asher
Sorren spun around in shock and slammed his metal cane to Asher's shins, scolding him. "Fuck off, idiot!" He wriggles away from the butt grab and shuffles off, walking down the hallway again while sweating his ass off. Man, anymore sweat and he would turn into a little puddle on the floor. FUCK it was hot.
He glared at Asher now on the floor, frown faltering and wiggling to become a smile. "Sorry-"
At the sudden smack, Sorren spun around again to push his palm onto Asher's forehead in a smack, walking again. "Stop it! This heat is not getting you anything, okay? If I even lay down on a bed, I'm gonna stick to it. Is that- Do albino people even sweat?" He mumbles the last part and swipes his arm, nodding. "Yes, they do... So, therefore- No sex." He grunts as Price passes by, glaring at Asher knowing the consequences.
Asher raises his hands in surrender at seeing Price's glare, acting like the words didn't affect him but they definitely did, visible by his even sulkier expression and posture.
He was probably just gonna.. well, stroke himself then, when he and Sorren went to their respective rooms.
He then mutters as he and Sorren continue walking.
"Damn weather.. makin' everything hot as hell but can't do anythin' 'bout it."
Sorren nudges his arm and glares again, really annoyed with this hot weather. Getting to his own room, Sorren took his shirt and brace off, walking to the showers. After some time, Sorren comes back out and mumbles, in his pants again. "No pressure..."
Asher, meanwhile, also got back to his own barracks. He took a quick shower before he went onto his bed, pulling out a pair of.. Sorren's boxers, damn this sneaky pervert.
He then starts stroking himself while sniffing the boxers a bit, quietly groaning as he clenched the pair in his fist, feeling himself approaching the edge quite quick.
Sorren was in the shower attempting to cool off, hearing the groans and getting out. Poking his head out, Sorren groans and throws a towel at Asher. "Oi, you pervert! Stop jacking to m' pants!" He yells and gets back in the shower, grumbling. "One round in the shower." He calls out and quickly washes himself, jumping at the loud groans from Asher. "Jesus.. Someone's desperate.." He grumbles and sits on the corner stool he got for the shower, legs a bit wobbly.
Asher paused his wanking session at Sorren's offer and immediately tosses the underpants to the side, basically dashing into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself.
He was a bit flushed, eyes glossy with lust and his cock.. well standing up with an angry red tip, leaking pre-cum.
He spoke up as he took off the remainder of his clothing (mostly just his shirt) and gets into the shower.
Asher grins and says as he steps over to Sorren, getting in his space so much, Sorren was basically pressed to the wall, Asher's third leg pressing against the man's own crotch, his eyes feral as the Aussie's hands rested on his hips.
"You're disgusting." He huffs and grabs Asher's shoulders slow, attempting to stand up with his sore legs. He wobbles a little but ultimately stands, arms looped over his neck as he pecks little kisses over Asher's face. "But- But maybe I like that..."
Sorren wiggles and drops his head on Asher's neck, whining a little before mumbling. "Ghhh- Ash.. Ash, love-" He croaks and a hand slips from his neck to hold his leg, panting hard and almost crying. "No- Stop, stop-"
To say it was a hot day at base was an understatement... Most soldiers have resolved to being shirtless, even inside and where AC was blasting.
Those who were supposed to be training were either hiding somewhere to be in the cold or training like usual or just going on about their usual duties.
One of those people who were more appropriately dressed for the weather was Sorren, having decided to wear one of Asher's his tanktops and some shorts that hugged around his hips and ass, surely that wasn't going to cause any trouble?
He was currently hobbling down the hall from the medbay after doing a quick shift, unbeknownst to him, his lovely boyfriend was silently following behind him.
The man was sweaty to hell, having decided to go with his usual training and just drink a lot of water. He had just gotten back from outside, was going to just head to his barracks but when he saw Sorren? Oh boy, he felt like he just saw heaven. and his pants got tighter around his crotch area
He was eyeing the man's ass before he spoke up as he grabbed Sorren's ass.
"Damn, darlin'.. Ya tryin' to tease me with those shorts? Almost showin' half yer ass with those."
- @sergeant-asher
Sorren spun around in shock and slammed his metal cane to Asher's shins, scolding him. "Fuck off, idiot!" He wriggles away from the butt grab and shuffles off, walking down the hallway again while sweating his ass off. Man, anymore sweat and he would turn into a little puddle on the floor. FUCK it was hot.
He glared at Asher now on the floor, frown faltering and wiggling to become a smile. "Sorry-"
At the sudden smack, Sorren spun around again to push his palm onto Asher's forehead in a smack, walking again. "Stop it! This heat is not getting you anything, okay? If I even lay down on a bed, I'm gonna stick to it. Is that- Do albino people even sweat?" He mumbles the last part and swipes his arm, nodding. "Yes, they do... So, therefore- No sex." He grunts as Price passes by, glaring at Asher knowing the consequences.
Asher raises his hands in surrender at seeing Price's glare, acting like the words didn't affect him but they definitely did, visible by his even sulkier expression and posture.
He was probably just gonna.. well, stroke himself then, when he and Sorren went to their respective rooms.
He then mutters as he and Sorren continue walking.
"Damn weather.. makin' everything hot as hell but can't do anythin' 'bout it."
Sorren nudges his arm and glares again, really annoyed with this hot weather. Getting to his own room, Sorren took his shirt and brace off, walking to the showers. After some time, Sorren comes back out and mumbles, in his pants again. "No pressure..."
Asher, meanwhile, also got back to his own barracks. He took a quick shower before he went onto his bed, pulling out a pair of.. Sorren's boxers, damn this sneaky pervert.
He then starts stroking himself while sniffing the boxers a bit, quietly groaning as he clenched the pair in his fist, feeling himself approaching the edge quite quick.
Sorren was in the shower attempting to cool off, hearing the groans and getting out. Poking his head out, Sorren groans and throws a towel at Asher. "Oi, you pervert! Stop jacking to m' pants!" He yells and gets back in the shower, grumbling. "One round in the shower." He calls out and quickly washes himself, jumping at the loud groans from Asher. "Jesus.. Someone's desperate.." He grumbles and sits on the corner stool he got for the shower, legs a bit wobbly.
Asher paused his wanking session at Sorren's offer and immediately tosses the underpants to the side, basically dashing into the bathroom, locking the door behind himself.
He was a bit flushed, eyes glossy with lust and his cock.. well standing up with an angry red tip, leaking pre-cum.
He spoke up as he took off the remainder of his clothing (mostly just his shirt) and gets into the shower.
Asher grins and says as he steps over to Sorren, getting in his space so much, Sorren was basically pressed to the wall, Asher's third leg pressing against the man's own crotch, his eyes feral as the Aussie's hands rested on his hips.
"You're disgusting." He huffs and grabs Asher's shoulders slow, attempting to stand up with his sore legs. He wobbles a little but ultimately stands, arms looped over his neck as he pecks little kisses over Asher's face. "But- But maybe I like that..."
