{ARCHIVED} Lucienne "Eclipse" Legrant

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[sgt-legrant]

"We’re not just soldiers, we’re a family."

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Isabel LaRosa · older · Song · 2023

Name: Lucienne Legrant

Nicknames: Luu (close friends), Luce

Callsign: Eclipse

Nationality: French-american

Birthplace: Marseille, France

Age: 31

Pronouns: She / her

Sexuality: Hetero / Demisexual

Affiliations: GIGN (formerly), Shadow Company (formerly), Task Force 141

Rank: Sergeant (MW II, MW III), Lieutenant (MW 4)

Specialisation: CQC, Intel gathering, Hostage Rescue, Sniper Proficiency

Personell File

((absolutely not stolen from @lt-banks hehehehe))

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UNLESS OTHER STATED every couple exist in their own universe and won't happen in the same timeline, nor would the timelines / couples cross unless the couple partners had been spoken too and everyone gave their okay!!

[nightintaele]

Until further notice I've put my RP blogs as archives, as i most likely won't return back to Tumblr rp; thanks you for everyone that showed interest in my blorbos and thanks to all the people I was able to meet during active times!

My dms are still open to everyone that's interested in rp'ing with me so we can find a way to still make it happen ♡

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[callsignswraith-deactivated2026]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST COUSIN I COULD ASK FOR <3333

@sgt-legrant

THANK YOU BABY I LOVE YOU ❤️

[sgt-legrant]

LOVE YOU TOO <33 we need a girls night out again!!

[in-character-memes]

On anon, leave random things at my muse's doorstop to watch their reaction.

[callsignswraith-deactivated2026]

I left Mia with @sgt-legrant for a few hours and came back to this 😩🩷

[sgt-legrant]

look at our mom petite!! she's the cutest of them all 😘❤

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )

[sgt-legrant]

once she was done in the treadmill, wiping off the sweat with her towel, lucienne watched the lieutenant for a moment; her eyes unintentionally locked in on the biceps, before she caught herself and took off her eyes.

she grabbed her bottle and rehydrated herself, before she took out the headphones from her ears and looked back over to the man.

"say... would you be up for some sparring lt?", she asked.

[lts-ghost]

Ghost is stared at frequently. An oddity to regard. A threat to assess. A novelty to admire. He minds it, but does nothing about it. The sergeant is no different.

"Legrant, is it?" He rumbles out, setting the weights back on the rack with a loud clang. He brushes his hands together, clouds of chalk and dust rolling from his gloves in waves. They're thinning at the palms--he'll have to replace them soon.

Truthfully, Ghost doesn't want to spar. Not now. But he gives a curt nod and gestures to the mat anyways. No point in arguing it. Just best to get it over with. Satisfy the sergeant's curiosity so she doesn't seek him out further.

[sgt-legrant]

"Yes sir!"

Lucienne watched him putting down the weight and was surely a bit surprised, that he said yes. She was almost ready to hear a no or that she should leave him alone; after all she had heard that ghost wanted to be left alone and rarely did something with others.

So it felt like a little victory, when they stood on the mat, arms and legs tangled up, as both tried to bring the other down.

The rules were easy: no head kicks and injuries to the head, 2 out of three rounds and besides no usage of weapons was everything allowed.

So once they both hit the mat, she tried to keep him down, until he would tap out or she would end up in the position to tap out.

[lts-ghost]

It's extremely late. So late it's early. And Ghost's muscles burn.

The bar clangs as he re-racks it, as he sits up from the bench with his arms screaming. Same weight, more difficulty; returning from missions always follows this pattern. When painstaking, controlled training devolves into simply getting the job done, vanity muscles wither. They give way and space for the muscles needed to snap necks. Carry gear. Drag bodies.

Doesn't make the training a fool's endeavor, though. Good for clearing his head. For bulking muscles to protect joints. Prevent injury. That's what he tells himself. It has purpose beyond appearances.

Ghost has no delusions of vanity, though; he trains simply because he has nothing better to do.

He sips his water, mask damp with sweat and rolled up to his nose, as he watches the gym door swing open.

[sgt-legrant]

Luu stepped inside the gym, her eyes focussed onto the small device, on which she chose a song she could listen too from her playlist. At first, she didn't noticed Ghost also being in the gym, making her way over to the treadmills, when she felt the cold glare on her.

the brunette finally looked up from her device, her eyes meeting the ones from the lieutenant for a split second, before she gave him a small nod, acknowledging his presence in there too, but not wanting to disturbe him in his routine. then she stepped onto the treadmill and started her workout routine.

[lts-ghost]

The sergeant seems lost in her own thoughts when she steps in. Barely aware of her surroundings. Of threats that could be lurking in the dim, early morning gym. He almost envies that, the feeling of safety, of confidence in base security.

He gives a small nod back, standing and capping off his water. There's no other footsteps from the hall. She came alone.

Ghost files that thought away and moves to the rack of dumbbells. He picks one up, feeling the dense weight on calloused, gloved hands. Worst comes to worst, he could use it as a makeshift weapon. For now, he simply does bicep curls.

[sgt-legrant]

once she was done in the treadmill, wiping off the sweat with her towel, lucienne watched the lieutenant for a moment; her eyes unintentionally locked in on the biceps, before she caught herself and took off her eyes.

she grabbed her bottle and rehydrated herself, before she took out the headphones from her ears and looked back over to the man.

"say... would you be up for some sparring lt?", she asked.

[lts-ghost]

It's extremely late. So late it's early. And Ghost's muscles burn.

The bar clangs as he re-racks it, as he sits up from the bench with his arms screaming. Same weight, more difficulty; returning from missions always follows this pattern. When painstaking, controlled training devolves into simply getting the job done, vanity muscles wither. They give way and space for the muscles needed to snap necks. Carry gear. Drag bodies.

Doesn't make the training a fool's endeavor, though. Good for clearing his head. For bulking muscles to protect joints. Prevent injury. That's what he tells himself. It has purpose beyond appearances.

Ghost has no delusions of vanity, though; he trains simply because he has nothing better to do.

He sips his water, mask damp with sweat and rolled up to his nose, as he watches the gym door swing open.

[sgt-legrant]

Luu stepped inside the gym, her eyes focussed onto the small device, on which she chose a song she could listen too from her playlist. At first, she didn't noticed Ghost also being in the gym, making her way over to the treadmills, when she felt the cold glare on her.

the brunette finally looked up from her device, her eyes meeting the ones from the lieutenant for a split second, before she gave him a small nod, acknowledging his presence in there too, but not wanting to disturbe him in his routine. then she stepped onto the treadmill and started her workout routine.

[sgt-pspsps]

waves a bunch of cat nip in front of you

mrrrrp…??

[sgt-legrant]

you want some? ❤

[sgt-pspsps]

RAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!

(yes.)

[sgt-legrant]

gives him some catnip

there we go~

[sgt-pspsps]

(The half man, half cat just falls to the floor, starting to purr deeply as he rolls around.)

[sgt-legrant]

she chuckled a bit and took ouf a yarn ball, gently throwing it onto the floor

[sgt-pspsps]

waves a bunch of cat nip in front of you

mrrrrp…??

[sgt-legrant]

you want some? ❤

[sgt-pspsps]

RAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!

(yes.)

[sgt-legrant]

gives him some catnip

there we go~

[sgt-pspsps]

waves a bunch of cat nip in front of you

mrrrrp…??

[sgt-legrant]

you want some? ❤

[celestialprompt]

⭒⭒⭑⭒ — which one: home renovations edition

see all the "which one" prompts here

send me a pairing and i'll answer: Which one claims that a reading nook is a necessity? Which one has a spreadsheet tracking every detail of the project? Which one is obsessed with smart home gadgets? Which one assembles the furniture without reading the instructions? Which one binge-watches renovation videos for inspiration? Which one insists on a homey feel over a more modern design? Which one gets overly ambitious with the DIY projects? Which one is always covered in paint no matter what they’re working on? Which one says "let’s just hire someone" when things get too complicated? Which one tries to marie kondo the house but ends up keeping everything? Which one insists on doing a before and after photoshoot for every project? Which one keeps vetoing furniture choices because "it just doesn’t match the vibe"?

[lts-ghost]

Finally back on base again to find someone's lifted my lighter.

[sgt-legrant]

I haven't seen anyone particularly running around with your lighter; but if you need one, I can give you my spare one sir.

[lts-ghost]

It's all right, Sergeant. The one I'm looking for is just... familiar. No need to put yourself out.

If you happen to spot one with--one that looks like me, give me a holler.

[sgt-legrant]

It's okay, don't worry about it lieutenant! I'll keep an eye open for the lighter

[lts-ghost]

Finally back on base again to find someone's lifted my lighter.

[sgt-legrant]

I haven't seen anyone particularly running around with your lighter; but if you need one, I can give you my spare one sir.

[phantasmalatelier]

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