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Name: Soldier 76 (formerly Jack Morrison) Occupation:  Vigilante Affiliation: Overwatch (formerly) [✘] Independent Roleplay account for Soldier 76 of Overwatch. ★Tracks: soldiier ★Previously: saltygrumpdad. [Written by Cake] var sc_project=11202880; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="09a5897e"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

[soldiier]

If any of you RP on twitter, holler at me and I’ll send over my handle.

[whoisnotmyname]

whuddup i love overlays and fucking up jack morrison

[soldiier]

[SARCASM] But didn’t you know Morrison’s a negative bitch cause he’s a white man? [SARCASM]

[soldiier]

lyrium-arrxws:

     “Ain’t like I ever said I       couldn’t handle myself.       Reaper just gives me       a bad rep because he can.”

“He gives everyone a bad rep, kid. That's on him, not you.” Though to be fair, the old soldier isn't much better. His judgment tends to be harsh until proven otherwise. “At least you've proven you're not a liability.”

[xlastof]

Soldiers don’t stop being soldiers when the battle is { o v e r . }

[soldiier]

“It's about damn time they shot my body into space.”

[soldiier]

{You have no idea how close I am to making an OC blog}

[soldiier]

[OPEN]

“You did a decent job at that last mission. There’s hope for you yet.”

[canidaed-a]

❤️ + soldiier

compliment time | @soldiier

God the love of my fuckening life !!!! literally! !!!! I can go into a tirade about my own bf and I will keep going bc I am just ?????? I met this pos through this very soldier 76 blog way back when the fandom was brand spankin’ new and I swear I still hold the same thoughts like: he’s such a great soldier. This isn’t even bias speaking I have always admired his take on this old fuckass bc it’s his own take but it’s still 76. I just recall the moment we began plotting and delving into how my reaper and his 76 could clash and bend together and the way he threw out the personality of 76 in whole blew my mind. It is always such an honor to write with him tbh. It’s that type of feeling where it’s distinct no matter how he twists it but it’s still his muse.

[soldiier]

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[soldiier]

deathrots:

He doesn’t see it coming until the thing is blurred in the very bottom of peripherals. The pain engulfs the body rotting in his decay- it sends the wind rushingfrom lungs and escaping in the form of a grunt. It only stalls him for so long.His body straightens, but he winces, and he’s brought to crack neck and rollshoulders. Vertebrae pop and he lumbers forth, uneven steps however heavyand firm enough to carry weight. It’s the searing pain that keeps him awake andsolid. Masochistic. It’s that craving that’s feral and uncouth. An iron grip coiledaround bones once so fragile. “And where would the fun be if I had veered into a differentapproach?” However both wise and a mistake to allow distance. Gave him justenough time to cull a gun. However, scanning surroundings. Environmental attacks-a loose beam? Nothing. Too well put together.  He’ll have no choice but to give the bastard a hard time. 

 He moves and he fires. The distance won’t allow too much damage, but it’s enough to buy himself time. To allow nanobotic cells to recharge and prepare himself for another dissipation into smoke.Still risky, but he’s just going to have to deal. He’ll push until he can properly take the nextoffensive. Or until he has to take defensive. It relied on timing and he is hyperfixating on watchingthis soldier until some decision is made. “Why come so far? Here? Do you truly believe you canattempt to dismantle such an organization alone? Or discover something? Or did you simply missseeing my face? If the latter, i’m honored you’d crawl this far.”

That hack and wheeze of the loss of air is a satisfying sound – along with the crunch of heavy metal connecting with soft and vulnerable flesh. 76 skits backwards as planned, pulse-rifle once more adjusted in hand to ready it for a shot. A moment stalled is a moment waster, after all. Between their respective force there was NO room for error. Reaper had felt that much. “Fun.” he scoffs with obvious distaste. “Leave it to you to enjoy this fucked up shit.” He watches, planning to push for his next attack when shotguns are summoned. It makes it easier to decide on what to do: either create such distance to render the guns useless, or stick so close that the wraith can not get a decent shot in. Clearly, the former is the better option. Taking away the chance of throwing kicks and punches. 76's weapon beats that of his opponent in range, after all.

There isn't enough distance between them yet to even hope to avoid the attack now unleashed 'pon him. With bullets scatter and tearing fabrics, impacting upper leg and hip deep enough to draw blood and burn tissue. A grunt and hiss of pain are bitten back, body staggering after impact before he straightens and shoots. It's a fast response lacking proper aim; feet and legs would be the target now with gun veering down rather than up. The injury left on him no true hinder – just a minor inconvenience. “What do my reasons matter to you? It's not information you could hope to use against me – or distract me with. Don't worry, whatever my reason was, it has nothing to do with you.”

[soldiier]

It’s been some 4 to 5 months. If you’re going to be a bitch, be a bitch to my face. I may not be active but fuck this “hope you deactivate” shit. 

[soldiier]

There's no real warning to his appearances- aside from the slight drop of temperature and the muffled whip of air. Not like he had malicious intent in his approach, anyway. Arms thick in their strength find their hold around the form of hips, body dipped between the space of arms and clinging as far as the accessories 'pon chest allowed. He's just lonely.

Signs-- however small-- normally noticed are not picked up. The old soldier is blissfully unaware until arms slide past sides and rest on hips, briefly startling. They're grabbing and holding; the soldier instinctively leaning into the embrace. There is only one person who would approach him in this manner Possibly two if JJ was having an off-day and needed to find his comfort in silence.) and the knowledge of that is enough to smooth frayed nerves the moment they're prickled. Hands rest upon those clasped together over stomach, head turned and gently resting against hood. Your company is welcome.

[soldiier]

[tornhonored-deactivated20180731]

He may have been the first one to die – But I’m the one who paid for it.

                                                     I survived, but I paid for it.

As adored by Gato & Cake (do not tag as shimadacest)

[soldiier]

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beep boop I man part robot.

[frostwill]

critical role sentence starters !!!

so… we’ll talk later.

why won’t you stay down and die with dignity?

no. no further.

this is not over. it can’t be.

try not to have too much fun without us.

i have this blink candle. it’s formed from various animals that blink.

it’s so rare that we’re actually given the opportunity to be honest about everything. we might as well try it once and see if we like it.

you know i’m in love with you, right?

you seem… like a person. and that’s great.

those are coins! you’re not making it rain, you’re making it hail!

i’m killing someone, hold please.

your secret is safe with my indifference.

my heart is someone else’s.

do not go far from me. if we are out of earshot, you are too far from me.

um, i don’t know if it’s the food you made or the fact that we’re going to die tomorrow, but i want to kiss you.

i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago.

you’re all kinds of fucked up all the time. we all are. and that’s why we’re together.

i just want to let you know… i am possibly the worst person you’ve ever met.

i think i kind of hope… not necessarily to hurt you or harm you, but i hope that one day… that you can know just how awful i can be.

you can curse, it’s okay. you killed one of us.

i think i’ve always been in love with the idea of you.

i was only gone for thirty seconds!

i encourage violence.

i can give you the means to protect them.

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.

you’re on your own, fuckface.

a volcano is - is nature’s candle!

sometimes people go and they don’t come back.

do you spice?

so we’re going to kill everyone that we see in the next ten seconds.

i don’t want to be here if you’re not.

i told you before. no one kills you but me.

he traded his life!

i don’t have very many things that i care about and i don’t have anything that cares about me.

i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay!

i’ve been in a barrel for an hour. i fell asleep in there!

yes. i heard. it was the only thing i heard.

don’t cry. i’m just a little cold.

i bury my shame.

i should have told you. it’s yours.

forgiveness - that’s the key, isn’t it? it’s the only way to really grow.

your hair’s a mess. sit still.

you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always.

you don’t always have to put on a brave face, dear.

we’re friends, right? are we friends?

i know we don’t always agree and i know i can be unkind, but… you know you’re family, right?

i’ve had a terrible thought. and it is sort of my business to have terrible thoughts.

take me instead.

we walk towards glory.

that’s mine! that’s mine!

did it choose me because i was broken, or did it break me?

please bring him back to me.

you think you care about me?

this was always supposed to happen, wasn’t it?

i love you. if i can find you, i will. if not, stay alive.

if he’s gone i won’t be the same.

i’d watch your moral panic all day, it’s delightful.

in many ways you are my total opposite. but you are also my best friend.

i made a choice. this is my family.

i forgive you. but i cannot let you leave.

please. please. i love him as much as you do.

fix him. fix him!

i like this family. i’d like to keep it.

i want you to know that you are like a brother to me.

talk about my sister again.

it’s been a while since we’ve had one of our depressing chats!

i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

i think we’re very broken people. but i think together we’re much greater than the sum of our parts.

don’t ever fucking do that again.

you didn’t die. but you did! but you didn’t. but you did! and then you didn’t.

i don’t want any of this! i don’t want any of this.

i’ve just had a near death experience and i’m craving some lasagna. 

you know, you’re getting weirder.

you and i are very different.

i’ve killed two of those who’ve wronged me and nothing is better. nothing feels better. nothing is avenged.

call me “child” one more goddamn time!

if you’re lucky, you die last.

some people have no sense of fucking honor!

i’ll take my clothes off if it’ll inspire us.

thank you for believing in me.

you’ve never done anything for me! never! you’ve never risked anything, you don’t know me!

everyone else believes in you. why shouldn’t you?

how many fingers am i holding up?

what’s the first letter of the alphabet? this you know.

yay! teamwork!

you fucking died!

don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me!

i’m going to go get a sandwich.

you had us all very worried.

your reckless impulses will get you killed!

i’m done with gods. they will not help me. perhaps you will. 

this is too fucking much.

come here, you shithead.

it has been an honor.

screw you! i want my final words with you to be indignant and irritated.

you’re the face i saw when murder entered my heart.

i’m undecided about you.

never forget you’re my favorite. and i’m so sorry.

i’m not leaving him.

you’re a better man than you believe.

feel like making a home here?

you’re an idiot and i’m very proud of you. don’t do that again.

sound off if you’re alive.

it’s not going to work.