Hunt with the Hound

First Sergeant Shane Wells Machine Gun Operator " I will face God and walk backwards into hell. " Thirty. Oxford, England. Pansexual.

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« Nothin’ But A Hound » - 14 tracks (here)

01. line of fire JUNIP 02. cover your tracks A BOY AND HIS KITE 03. looking too closely FINK 04. talk me down TROYE SIVAN 05. all you need REDDENING WEST 06. one day KODALINE 07. over your shoulder RUDDERLESS 08. spanish sahara FOALS 09. meet me on the battlefield SVRCINA 10. who you are SONDER SALOON 11. willow tree march THE PAPER KITES 12. stop the world, i wanna get off with you THE ARCTIC MONKEYS 13. what you know TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB 14. we are soldiers OTHERWISE

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Crina smiled down at the mangy tom cat currently winding his way between her legs.  It had taken a while, but she had fed him enough scraps and talked to him in enough soft Romanian that the thing finally trusted her enough to come near. It was something Crina enjoyed, getting the trust of animals. They were not like humans. She knew where she stood with them. And once a friend was made, it was usually kept. 

She stilled, still in her crouch, when she felt the cat do the same. The hair raised on the back of her neck, and she saw the fur on the cat’s back go up as well.  With a twitch of his one full ear and a hiss, he ran away. 

Crina, the soft smile fading from her face, wiped her hands on her pants and got to her feet. She turned to look at the person who had just come up behind her. 

“What is it you are looking at?” 

Shane was merely trekking through camp, having no immediate task to focus his attention on at the moment. So he took to walking. He thought about perhaps bothering Doc or Wess when he happened upon someone crouched down with what appeared to be a small animal of some sort. As he got closer he identified it as a feral cat, fur matted and seemingly battle-worn itself. Shane had a few dogs growing up, but they were always working hounds of some sort, kept obedient and busy like himself. But they were primarily cared for by people paid to do so. He’d never really been a feline person - a hound in his own right even - but then he also had minimal interaction with them so he was more indifferent really.

The cat must have sensed as much, taking to hissing and bolting upon his approach. Ruining the moment the first sergeant paused then, being fixed with an unwelcome look. He held up his hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean to scare the feline off,” he admitted with a sheepish look and half-shrug. If she managed to gain its trust - he guessed with the use of food scraps - it would likely return looking for more.

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Nagging. || Doc

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docxstone:

It was hard for her to feel entirely comfortable around the rest of the company, had been ever since she joined. Hiding everything that she was, Doc had to keep on guard and keep her stories straight. Aside from the commander, Doc felt the most comfortable around Shane. Yet she still never told him about who she really was, and intended on keeping it that way. Even if a twinge of guilt twisted at her gut for not confiding in him.

The smile widened on Doc’s face at his correction. “Wow. You always know what to say to make me feel better,” she teased. She never would have spoken to Shane the way she was in the company of the others, she knew better than that. But the two of them were close, Shane one of her good friends. Markus took care to look out for him, make sure he didn’t get himself into too much trouble. If something was on his mind, she would offer an ear to listen. If he needed a distraction from anything troubling him, Doc was there. It was an arrangement they both silently agreed upon. It was their way of looking out for each other, plain and simple. “We can save that reminder for another time, then,” she smirked. “Maybe after we’re back into the swing of things here.”

The only person in the company who knew many little personal details of his history was Wess. Markus, however, knew some. She knew he came from a military background and knew of his father and thus his death. She also knew he had a strained relationship with his mother -and stepfather for that matter. She knew that he shot his first deer at nine and excelled at tracking various creatures. Doc knew that he took lemon and honey in his tea, but didn’t care much for coffee. She knew he played piano. Though Shane knew some personal details that she’d chosen to share with him, he always felt as though she spoke in half-truths. He didn’t pry though, that wasn’t him.

He smirked, quite proud of himself. He was openly cheeky and flirtatious but he had enough sense to draw lines in public, around others. He and Doc were friends and that’s as much as anyone really needed to know. What they did together - with or without clothing - behind closed doors was no one’s business but their own. “Promise?” He teased before he sobered ever so slightly. “Of course.” The Brit honestly wasn’t pressing for it but he often used sex as a distraction. "So tell me something about your leave."

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Nagging. || Doc

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She offered an empathetic smile. The reminder was constant in the back of her mind, even in the down times. It wasn’t like she forgot they were in the middle of a war, of course the quiet never lasted. Not until the war was over. And then what would happen? Markus was still trying to figure that out herself.

Doc never minded the teasing that Shane gave her, even took part in giving it right back to him. It was rare for her not to return the playful banter, but that was usually if something was bothering her or if she was deep in the middle of work. She didn’t mind a little playfulness here and there, but for Doc, there definitely was a time and place for it. “Am I really that forgettable that you need a reminder?” Her brow rose, but that time a smirk managed to find it way across her features. “Really bruising my ego here, Hound.”

Shane was content to cease the little dance they were doing around the reality of their respective situations. Their places in the ongoing war. The lifestyle. Despite the fact that they weren’t really talking in specifics, it just didn’t feel like the kind of discussion he wished to partake in currently.

They weren’t quite so brash in the company of others, but they still teased nevertheless. Or at least, Shane did. The only time he didn’t partake was when something was on his mind, then he tended to be a bit more distracted, distant. Doc seemed to function much the same. Especially when she was buried in paperwork. But if she seemed particularly stressed out, Hound took it upon himself to be her distraction. “Not forgettable, Doc, enjoyable.” His smile was more devilish with the reply, though he did actually mean it. He enjoyed any time spent in her company. She was a close friend after all. “I only want the reminder for selfish reasons.”

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Nagging. || Doc

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“Not the best idea, getting too comfortable,” she teased back, even though it was a pretty harsh truth. Honestly, Doc was just as eager to get back as Shane was. She was a bit of a workaholic in that regard, but also because the war was still going on and she wanted to see it through to the end. Being on a break just made her antsy, save for when she went to see her family. When she had something occupying her mind.

While anyone else would have blushed or been surprised by the sudden remark, Markus just tilted her head and gave a soft, amused snort. “I’m sure you could,” she teased right back, “and you know I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, too.” It was part of their teasing banter, that they were close enough to talk about such things around one another.

“We all deserved it.”

“That’s never the best idea, no.” He chuckled, in spite of the sad reality behind the words. And not just when it came to fighting the war. Shane hadn’t even consider settling down in any sort of life outside of the military. He’d decided to do or visit somewhere new on his next leave. Perhaps he’d spend a day or two back home then as well. He supposed that would depend.

The Brit’s grin widened at her own teasing. They did this sort of playful banter often between the two of them. Sometimes it was what he looked forward to most - save for giving Wess a hard time. Hell, Shane enjoyed banter with a few around the camp. He got along with most he interacted with. Sometimes he even gave a bit of a hard time to those he didn’t particularly get along with. Not so much in a mean-spirited sort of way. But everyone got equally bothered by him. “Oh, I do - I mean, anytime you wanna refresh my memory feel free.” Incorrigible, really. He wasn't under the assumption that anything was going to actually happen then though, he was just being the way he was with her. 

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Nagging. || Doc

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docxstone:

Markus did enjoy the break, even if it was short lived. She got to see the family that had adopted her, even though it didn’t feel entirely the same as visiting her real family. But it wasn’t like she could just head into enemy territory and visit, especially now. But she was satisfied with the idea that someday she would get to see them. Maybe.

She scoffed at the feigned shock on Shane’s face, but still nodded at his sincerity that soon followed. “It’s good to have a break from all this,” she agreed, despite the fact that she found it just as easy to fall back into her regular routine. She was proud of what she did, being able to save as many lives as she had and looking after the others was what she loved to do, despite the circumstances. It made her feel useful, that was for damn sure. But still, they were in a war, and any sort of break from it was always very short lived. “Helps clear your head a little bit before you have to jump right back into it all.”

Shane had been a bit of a tourist during his leave. Mostly pub hopping in different places. Meeting different people. He’d avoided England this time around though. He hadn’t really been up for dealing with his mother and stepfather. He’d written some time ago and had yet to receive a response anyway. He used that to justify his decision.

With Doc, the teasing came easy. They’d just known each other long enough and got on well. She'd become one of his best friends since saving his arse. “Yeah,” he agreed absently. “Was just starting to get comfortable too.” The Brit teased, though honestly he’d been itching to get back after a few days, knowing there was a war still going on. He couldn’t fully relax or let it out of his mind for too long. There was always something around to remind him. It was a a war involving much of the world after all. “It does. I can think of a few other things to help with that here as well.” He remarked with a flirty undertone, grinning wide and playfully at her as he often did.

"I'm glad you took your break. You deserved it."

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Character Aesthetic || Shane “Hound” Wells

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shademercuritte:

“Part of the job.” Thanks was hard to come by at any camp, but more so when you had a rather questionable past weighing down your belt. Shade flipped open his rusting lighter, offered a nicotine-infused stick to his comrade before lighting up his own. Exhaling fog he shook his head. Some days, Esca wasn’t sure it ever would. Perhaps the bulk of it would fade away during a forced ceasefire, but there would always be rebellion no matter how quietly its flames crackled. “War just started,” or so it seemed each morning he woke alive and intact, “don’t count on it ending this year or the next, either.” None of them were that lucky. They had all entered something fatal to its finish. No matter the mess they wiped clean that day, another dirtied slate awaited. 

Modesty was an attitude Shane never fully embraced. He was a proud individual when it came to the things he naturally excelled in or worked hard to do. Shane accepted the cigarette offered to him with a nod and, “cheers mate.” Once his cig was lit he took a lungful of smoke and slowly expelled it out of the side of his mouth. There were days, many days, where it felt like the war would never end. There would likely always be tension and unrest, long after the tanks and planes cease. Though it had been going on for some time already, it was unlikely to end anytime soon. It was unlikely to end without claiming some of them still. Hound considered that, wondering when his own luck would run out. “There always seems to be some war to fight,” he said idly, though he wasn't necessarily only referring to the kind of war they were currently in.

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deadshotvasile:

The night is dragging out for far too long, is what Costin thought in return. He expected plenty of fiascos to hit his charge come morning, and Hound was one he never doubted could be an option. Shane’s sir invoked the roll of Deadshot’s eyes. It was a usual reaction when conversing with his fellow comrade. “Night should be ending,” the Romanian muttered, “don’t leave me a mess to clean up.” But if it came down to it he would, of course, no matter the repercussions the individual may have included during their caused unrest. “You are all lucky I don’t use you as target practice.”

Hound suppressed a smirk in response to the roll of his Commander’s eyes. He was only this cheeky with the man because he knew he could get away with it. But he didn’t go overboard with it. And if he did, he was warned. Usually a look. A change in demeanor. He didn’t often push that far. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied though he couldn’t quite contain the devious look his face had adopted. He hoped to wind up in someone’s bed but that didn’t often lead to a mess he couldn’t handle himself. Shane chuckled at Costin’s final remark. “You wouldn’t waste the bullets on us.”

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solocooper:

There was something seductive about taking things apart and figuring out how they worked, learning what made them tick – Ezra approached people the same way. It was all just a puzzle, some great riddle, and it was his mission to figure it out. As a younger man, he’d been the type to try on different personalities, to adopt a persona that could get him the most beneficial outcome in whatever situation he found himself. This helped when he was living in train cars and selling cans as a kid, but as a man, he’d shed that skin. Sometimes he didn’t like his true self, but he wasn’t very keen on trying to bury it anymore. Most people were guilty of the same thing, he thought, and he liked digging deep to figure out where the lies stopped and the truth started. “It may rattle like a bucket of bolts, but it gets the job done,” he said with a little shrug. He was proud of his aircraft. It’d survived being shot down from enemy skies, or at least parts of it had, just like him. 

“Say, man, how was your leave?”

Shane generally took people at face value. He knew there was far more beneath the surface but he didn’t much like people digging into him so he tried not to do the same of others. That wasn’t to say he didn’t ask general questions. He was a naturally curious individual. But if someone chose not to answer or answer vaguely, he didn’t pry further. Really, Wells just accepted what people chose to do in order to cope. Bottle up. Compartmentalize. Sleep around. Wear a mask. So long as no one posed a danger, it wasn’t really his business. “As long as it gets the job done, mate.” Hound agreed. It wasn’t like they had a ton of equipment at their disposal where they were.

“It was a nice break from the usual. Yours?”

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magpiemax:

There wasn’t much she knew about this man other than they’d ran into each other a couple of time before. He’d always been nice enough, not one of the ones who dismissed her simply because of her age and gender, so the young pilot was more than happy to pass some time with him. Giving him a considering look and a nod of her head Max accepted his answer. “There’s worse habits to have.” And while she couldn’t say for sure that this commando wasn’t in the clutches of any of the others she wasn’t going to claim she was free of any of them either. Mostly but there was no denying she was always slightly too eager to reach for a bottle when it came her way. Still, there was a slight grin on her face at her next words. “You could be like me and curse anyone who comes within five feet of you while you’re working.” Maybe she should have been ashamed but it wasn’t like there was any secret about her irritability when intruded upon.

Shane had never really been the judgmental type. He may have come from money but his family had worked hard to get where they were and built a reputation for themselves. He was taught to respect that. Besides, he certainly wasn’t without his own faults. He made mistakes. He had vices himself. He was only human like the rest of them. “Like a pack-a-day habit?” He asked and looked over to her with an ironic grin before returning to cleaning and putting his gun back together again. An easy procedure to perform. “Duly noted,” he quipped, tucking away the detail for future reference. “Some prefer quiet, I don’t mind the company so much.” Shane was a more social individual than some after all.

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solocooper:

“Shit luck,” he said, half-assing a sympathetic smile. Guns weren’t really his ballgame; Solo preferred destroying entire city blocks in one fell swoop. Still, he was hurting from some entertainment, so he pushed himself up on an unopened crate of artillery, and tilted his head to the side. His booted heels hit plywood with a hollow crunch.“If you get desperate enough, I can take a whack at it. But you probably won’t get all of it back in one piece.” Ezra could put things together in working order, but he excelled at disassembling shit. 

Being a machine gun operator wasn’t actually Hound’s first choice. But he fell into it fairly early on and was rather good with it so it just made sense to stick with. He got better and better with it as time went on. But no one and nothing was perfect. Still, his losses and fuck ups were few and far between. He wouldn’t be there otherwise. Shane nodded at the remark, “it happens.” He had it only partially disassembled, enough to get at the problem and fix it and perhaps take a look for other possible issues as well. Shane chuckled at the other man’s comments, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He was already greasing it up. “I mean if you need help with your plane sometime-” he quipped in return to Solo's offer of help and looked to him with a bit of a grin.

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shademercuritte:

Wiggling the slide stop lever between deft fingers, Esca shut back the hammer in attempts to unstick it. It was always easier with smaller firearms such as a glock or single rifle. His own sniper rifle could be a bit persnickety. He removed a small canister of cosmoline from a back pocket and passed it to the Hound. “Use this. Shouldn’t stick again.” The desired item popped free after another moment of prying. “You can keep that in case it happens again.” Esca wasn’t too familiarized with the machine gunners within the company just yet. He was a fairly new addition himself, and had already not received the best of welcomes from various individuals. Luckily, the Hound seemed impartial to beforehand judgement.

Disassemble, repair, clean, reassemble. Rinse, repeat. It was a routine Shane had practiced even more than his flirty pickup lines. By now it was automatic, second nature. He’d done this before. He’d just had yet to actually get started when the young sniper made his appearance. He wasn’t popular within the camp - but Shane wasn’t really the judgmental type. Everyone was born of circumstances beyond their control. Perhaps it was his way of giving him a chance. He didn’t readily allow snipers to touch his weapon. Not just snipers though, anyone whose primary usage and knowledge wasn’t a machine gun of any kind. He watched the younger man make quick work with agile fingers and precision. “Thanks.” He wouldn’t mention the half-empty canister he already had lying around and put him off, merely tucking the newly given one in his own pocket. “It’s bound to. War’s not over yet.” How many more times would he fiddle with that particular gun, he wondered.

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Independence Day.

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sparrowlucas:

Lucas knew the question was poorly phrased, but to be fair he wasn’t quite thinking straight thanks to the drinks he’d already had so far. “I mean, I don’t let her, I hardly intend to lose said bets, but clearly I do anyway.” With a small chuckle, Lucas held the end of the cigarette to the flame for a moment until it caught and then drew it gratefully his lips, the smoke spiralling from the end towards the ceiling. 

“I’ve been doing my best to up my game, but she’s good, and there could be worse things she could be winning. Lighters are replaceable enough.” He chuckled, pausing with the cigarette poised near his lips as he regarded his company. “I don’t think we’ve met; Sergeant Lucas Winstead.” The pilot held out his free hand to shake, eyeing up the admittedly very handsome stranger as he did so. “Or Sparrow, whichever you prefer.” He added with a trademark grin.

For all intents and purposes, Shane was being his usual cheeky self. Whether the pilot let it happen or not, the first sergeant was merely pointing out that he still had work to do. He smiled as the younger man was compelled to defend himself against the Hound’s teasing, brow raised as he listened. The pilot did have a point though. Lighters were replaceable. Matches. Flint and a rock. Even sticks if you’re savvy enough. No, he supposed it wasn’t of much consequence - if you liked losing. “Keep your wits about you, mate. You may best her yet.” He inhaled a lungful of smoke and let it slowly seep out the side of his mouth and rise into the air before dissipating.

“No, I don’t believe we have yet,” he replied, briefly looking the man over as he introduced himself and extending his own hand in greeting. “First Sergeant Shane Wells, or Hound.” Shane gave a wolfish grin of his own in return. He’d let the Sparrow make what he would of the nickname. Everyone seemed to surmise something about him from it. “Heavy Machine Gunner,” Wells added, having already known what Lucas was there for.

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A typical vision in uniform, Elise felt anything but. Her otherwise vibrant verdant eyes were grayed, dimmed by the dark circles decorating her high cheekbones. Even her hair seemed to have lost its usual shimmer, remaining lifeless beneath the dusking sun. She had gone through the motion of the day, mustering up every ounce of energy and exerting it into performing exceptionally as wonted. But, when all was done, Elise had found herself restless. Wandering through the camp, she held no purpose in her step until she noted Shane, fiddling with his weapon. Though it was often he who pestered her, Elise’s boredom warranted a change. Stepping closer, he sensed her presence before she could speak. “Woe is you,” Elise replied dryly, gaze only briefly glancing up to meet his. “How long have you been at this?”

If this were some schoolyard perhaps he’d have just passed it off as Wess’ responsibility. But they were in a warzone and something like that could mean life or death for one or all of them. So no matter how many times he’d done it before, no matter whose turn they’d decided it was, no matter how many more times he’d have to, he took it upon himself to clean and inspect the weapon often. And just as he was about to begin the disassembly process, a familiar voice belonging to one Elise Camon or Siren as she’d been known - a young scout - caused a smirk to tilt up a single corner of the first sergeant’s lips. He was usually the one to pester her. “I’m just getting started, actually. Believe it or not, I do in fact know how to take care of my weapon.”