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No more " you can choose" . Give me a woman born in the brotherhood like the frye but let me see her grow up in it. Childhood training mission. First kill. Introduction to the council and the creed. Being "brainwash" in believing she is doing good.
Or make her a commoner, a child brought into the creed and who realize that all the people at the top of the brotherhood are often aristocrats who never had to let go of their freedom to live the next day.
Let her be devoted to the cause let me see her be even a bit naive in what she believes.
Then let her grow like you let ezio and altair do. Make her cocky but also wise. Not just a living punchlines machine or a disapproving female figure. Do not make her relation to a man the core of her story.
Show her question what she is doing. Make her afraid of being shun by the brotherhood, the only thing, the only rules and life she ever knew. Let her fight for what she knows is a good cause but not what she believes in anymore. Let her loose and get hurt.
Let her rebuild herself. Let her be friend with historic people who are more than cameo and merchants npc and show her what fighting from freedom can mean. What living for yourself can mean.
Show her habits. Show her discovering small pleasures in life that are seen wasteful as an assassin : Her favourite food. Her favourite book.
Make her assassin robes evolve as her fashion tastes and identity evolve too.
June 1st is TOMORROW. It means that GAY PEOPLE will exist, but only for ONE MONTH. Do not forget to buy your tickets to see them NOW, or else you will have to wait AN ENTIRE YEAR to be able to meet them AGAIN.
Got a really cool idea for a drawing while listening to one of my playlists. But for now it's just the sketch version (maybe I will render it in the future idk. Also I added the playlist after the divider (>ᴗ•))
warning: suggestive?
idk but i'm putting a warning just in case
I will never forgive Treyarch for doing so little between Mason and Bell; just imagine the possibilities,
What about Mason, who, from the minute he saw Bell, sensed something off? The ticks, the empty eyes, the unsureness in their words, the empty-headed tailing of Adler—he's seen fucked up soldiers in his time, but this one felt too close to home. But he dismissed it; "Another one of Adler's lapdogs," he concluded. Wasn't his business—he came back for just one last job.
What about Mason, who, besides Woods, wasn't told what Bell was? Of course Hudson didn’t tell him; there was no way either of them would agree to something like this, and they were close enough to the operation as it is. He intentionally kept them busy in Kiev and with Perseus' lackeys, hoping they wouldn't have to catch on.
What about Mason, who felt his instincts screaming in his head as he talked to Bell, trying to ignore the same glazed over expression he had on Rebirth Island staring back at him? They wouldn't; Hudson wouldn't, he told himself.
What about Mason, who, stumbling into the safehouse after the shitshow in Cuba, found Bell strapped to a gurney with Adler forcing a syringe halfway down their eye? The scene was nauseatingly familiar, and he didn’t even hear Hudson trying to calm down a furious Woods, red specks of ticking numbers slowly starting to crowd his vision as he heard them scream bloody murder.
What about Mason realizing he should've just listened to his fucking instincts?
What about Mason, who grabbed Adler by the collar and almost punched him in his stupid glasses when he walks out of the office, only to stop when he's coolly informed the nukes were gonna be detonated from Solovetsky? He reluctantly let go, watching Bell slowly get up from the gurney, their chest heavy with the weight of a realization no one should ever have to go through.
What about Mason, who can't take his sights off of Bell as they fight their way through to the AA guns? He tried to ignore the cold sweat he felt watching them run to detonate the last gun with no regard for their own life, Adler urging them on.
What about Mason, who ran to help Woods lift the metal off of Bell, recoiling at the look of surprise on their face, like they didn't expect to be saved? He couldn't even look them in the eye, circling away from them as Adler went on his fucking speech about his "message to Perseus," wanting nothing more than to put a knife between his eyes right then and there and call it collateral.
What about Mason, who couldn't stand the way Adler zeroed in on them when he was done? He was helplessly frozen, watching as the asshole fed more bullshit to their fried brain.
"This is how wars are won, Bell."
What about Bell, who was spared Adler's bullet at the cliff? He held them by the shoulder, not-so-subtly implying that the only reason they were still alive was to continue doing what they were before—hunt down the remnants of Perseus without question or resistance—their life now property of the CIA.
What about Bell, who can't trust anyone in the safehouse anymore, now that they knew everyone was in on it? They felt defenseless—powerless, even—feeling the vicious gaze of everyone burn into their skin, as if this were their justified fate.
What about Bell, who struggled to function day after day? Every night, they woke up screaming from new horrifying memories; the unregulated dosage in the last ditch effort of an interrogation took its toll on them. Adler's voice was now stuck in their head, commanding them even through a routine as rudimentary and personal as putting their clothes on.
What about Bell, who can't bear to look at themselves anymore? Whenever they pick their toothbrush up and flit their weary eyes up to the mirror, they find an unfamiliar reflection of themselves painted in grease stripes, staring back with hollow eyes. They recoil so hard they fling the toothbrush into the dirty sink, panting heavily as they try to hammer into their head that they were never in that sweaty, swampy hellhole.
What about Bell, desperate to do anything to make it all end? To stop hearing that fucking voice, to stop feeling so violated even in their most private of moments, to stop feeling the beady eyed stares of everyone the second they entered the room, to stop living a life that was no longer their own; but the voice always told them to put the gun down. And of course, they obeyed.
What about Bell, who only ever found refuge with Woods and Mason, seeing them routinely fight with Hudson over what happened to them? Apparently they were the only ones that weren't aware of this little endeavor, but what surprised them is seeing them stand up for them despite their sentiments towards Reds.
What about Bell, who didn't feel so unsafe when they sat near the pair of veterans to eat? They wouldn't say a word to the troubled soul, save for offering water or asking for the spoon lying next to them. Nobody bothered them in those intervals. Not even Adler.
What about Bell, who stared into the empty screen of the television by the board, unable to get up, struggling against phantom restraints? They'd been sitting there for hours—long after everyone had gone to sleep—watching their memory's footage of Vietnam play across the screen. The burning in their eyes prompted them to manually blink, not missing a moment watching soldiers they never knew get gruesomely butchered in a war they were never part of. They couldn't tear their gaze away: not until a hand on their shoulder shook them back to reality.
What about Bell finding the toothbrush back in its small holder every morning?
If they added some bonding moments between Bell and Mason it would have been so perfect
Imagine if they interacted more before the big reveal. And like Bell would feel some similarities with what happened to Mason to what their experiencing and starts to doubt Adler and the others...
WAIT MAYBE IT'S FOR THIS REASON! LIKE THEY KNEW THAT IF THEY INTERACTED BELL WOULD START TO HAVE QUESTIONS. SO THEY MADE SURE THAT THEY DIDN'T INTERACT AT ALL (ノ`Д´)ノ彡┻━┻
WHICH EXPLAINS THE MISSION BELL HAD WITH FRANK (cause I do believe that Adler trusted Frank a lot more than Mason (even though they both definitely didn't know what Adler did to Bell))