Commandos don't die.

They regroup in hell. Indie fandomless OC blog for James Callahan.  Private military contractor.

[rcprobate-archive]

“I prefer to consider this… Selective vandalism. What Reg won’t know won’t kill him.”

[tacticaldevice-blog]

He eyed Delsin, "You know it doesn't matter what you call it." There was a momen't pause,  "I'm in."

[tacticaldevice-blog]

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He had gotten off the plane, the duffle bag’s strap digging into his shoulder through the thin shirt that read the name of the company he had been working for that week with the bold letters reading “TACTICAL” underneath. Who fucking knew that some software company guy needed a team of twenty four privatized soldiers patroling his ‘home base’. This boss was only 24. The only thought that was in his mind the whole two weeks was Damn, I went into the wrong line of work. At least I’m prettier than him. He only took a few seconds to spot Miles among the crowd, sauntering over there like he didn’t miss this one man and look at the three by five picture in the hot tropical heat in the dead of night. He’d trace the outlines of his face on the glossy paper until he fell asleep. He missed him. He missed him like fucking hell.The bag dropped on the ground and his arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s waist, and kissed him until Miles put his hands on his shoulders and pushed James away. Except this wasn’t to tell him that enough was enough it was to shift his eyes towards the bathrooms with a soft whisper that said, “They have one of those big family restrooms. The ones with the lock.”

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Maybe going to the bar to celebrate the end of a contract wasn’t so great of an idea. Maybe it was a terrible idea to have somewhere around twelve men hanging around in one tiny bar as they got louder and louder. He was sure they were going to be asked to leave once there was enough alcohol in them to make them rowdy. But the drinks kept coming and coming, the amount of money they were spending preemptively on drinks alone was probably what was keeping the single bedraggled bartender from suggesting them to do anything other than what they were doing. His cheeks were warm and he pushed his chair back, the legs grating against the wood. Screeching from the floorboards that was drowned out by the set of booming laughter from his colleagues. He approached the woman who sat there at the bar, twirling her glass of wine looking like she wasn’t going to be here for very long. Just passing by for now. This just so happened to be a place she was in for these few moments before.He took the seat, other people milling about at other tables sat silently in comparison to his party. “I know this is weird but like I really wanna kiss you.” She sat up straight and he unhunched himself, realizing that there was probably no need for that. There was probably only a five inch height difference between the both of them, and for somebody who stood at a decent 6′4. It wasn’t all that often that the girls at the bar were even close to rivaling him. She shrugged, a sly smile on her lips, “Sure, go for it.” His heart fluttered a little nervously. No matter how many times you kissed someone new, it always felt special to him. He set one of his hands ont he wooden bartop and leaned in, testing the waters by giving her a peck on the lips. A moment framed in glass and a picture frame, James only moved in for another one when he saw that she was okay with it.This one was more powerful, he could taste the red wine on her lips and the scent of his favorite black label whiskey was on it’s way to overpowering, but not just yet. He leaned into it, only to feel the other push back and smile against his lips before he abruptly pulled apart from her. “What the fuck did you say your name was?” For somebody like him, anonymous kissing wasn’t his whole fanfare. Anonymous sex on the other hand was a completely different thing.She took another sip from the long stemmed glass and smirked, “I didn’t.”

[soldierporn]

They carried the sky. The whole atmosphere, they carried it, the humidity, the monsoons, the stink of fungus and decay, all of it, they carried gravity.

 Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried (via soldierporn)

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[nayx-deactivated20200109]

there are a lot of people who need to shut up.  not me though

[outcrying]

|and for some reason i smell gas on my hands/

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Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours

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[amkwrites]

He flinches when you touch him, It is a conditioned response From a life of battered nerves, And you can’t imagine how it is That he can still ask you To wrap your arms around him, When so many other arms Have been cages.

(via sweetbluecopycat)

[reilinwarad]

He’d been thrown onto the flat of his back, gasping for air. He stared at the ceiling…? Sky…? He couldn’t tell-up, he was left looking upwards, panting hard, vision blurred and the edges blackening. He couldn’t see blood but he could taste it, the pain in his head and body dull, his heart racing.

[tacticaldevice-blog]

James was naturally up before dawn, and because of this long standing habit, both of his dogs were up too already to be taken out. Sophie with her vest in her mouth and Kay with the leash. Taking them out into the forest a couple miles run from his own apartment. The wolfdog needed the exercise and Service Dog never seemed to mind it either, allowing each other to get aggressive and play around while they followed him on his run.

The terrain was rough, bad storm knocked over a few trees a couple days ago, but it wasn't until both his dogs had ran off to a large ditch did he start to pay more attention to his surroundings.

Like the person lying in said ditch.

"Uh, hey. If you're awake." He kneels down, "Can you be moved?"

[tacticaldevice-blog]

He grinned, looking at her with bright and mismatched eyes, one with a few too many hazel splotches to be paired with the blue-green eye but they were a dashing set none the less. “I also spent time with Jeremy before the polo thing. Told me about the family tree, I don’t think you’ll believe this shit though. Can you hire somebody to see if he wasn’t lying?”

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Oh, how she loved his eyes. She loved how they twinkled when he smiled, even after everything he’s been through. Gen stole a kiss from his lips before finally sitting in her chair, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Hm? What about it?”

[tacticaldevice-blog]

He grinned like a dog every time she kissed him out of the blue, it made him feel wanted and ready to burst at the seams with his love for her. "What was I-- Right, so my granddad was like, some kind of fucking prince. And I'm not a bitch ass white boy like I thought I was. Like I'm not as white as I thought I was."

He had almost forgotten where from, James new half of it but couldn't remember the rest for some fucking reason. "He was from Leba- something." The man wasn't exactly sure what the blood ties have granted him, possibly something greater than money? In his mind, he couldn't think of a damn thing that was better than cold hard cash.

[tacticaldevice-blog]

“You think I should keep hanging out with him? I mean, I can’t tell if they’re talking shit but everybody’s too afraid to say something to my face.” He sat down across from her at the dining room table, his gaze avoiding the books that reminded him how difficult it was to read as he faced Gen. “Babe, it’s so hard being so cute and so scary.”

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She took her seat, a soft laugh sounding at his final statement. “Yes, but you pull it off so well, dear.” She murmured, leaning over to peck him lightly on the cheek. “Listen, how about this. After I finish this chapter, we’ll get dressed and go out for dinner at that nice steakhouse you like, yeah?”

[tacticaldevice-blog]

He grinned, looking at her with bright and mismatched eyes, one with a few too many hazel splotches to be paired with the blue-green eye but they were a dashing set none the less. "I also spent time with Jeremy before the polo thing. Told me about the family tree, I don't think you'll believe this shit though. Can you hire somebody to see if he wasn't lying?"

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[tacticaldevice-blog]

“It’s not that I don’t like polo, I just hate that guy.” He thought about it for a second before adding, “Actually I do kinda hate it, why do rich people do this for fun again?” James chomped on the remainder of the waffle cone and shrugged, as if answering his own question.“

Brody’s warming up to me at least but he’s not a good guy. There’s something up with him and I don’t know what it is…”

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“He is really sketchy,” she hummed in agreement, “Or at least that’s what I think of him.” Gen shrugged and moved past him, heading back to her textbooks. “He’s a creep, really.”

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“It’s not that I don’t like polo, I just hate that guy.” He thought about it for a second before adding, “Actually I do kinda hate it, why do rich people do this for fun again?” James chomped on the remainder of the waffle cone and shrugged, as if answering his own question.“

Brody’s warming up to me at least but he’s not a good guy. There’s something up with him and I don’t know what it is…”

“He is really sketchy,” she hummed in agreement, “Or at least that’s what I think of him.” Gen shrugged and moved past him, heading back to her textbooks. “He’s a creep, really.”

"You think I should keep hanging out with him? I mean, I can’t tell if they’re talking shit but everybody’s too afraid to say something to my face.” He sat down across from her at the dining room table, his gaze avoiding the books that reminded him how difficult it was to read as he faced Gen. “Babe, it’s so hard being so cute and so scary.”

[mcuntainbcrn]

" I leave for job and I come back hearing some shit about you BEING A VIGILANTE WITHOUT ME??? YOU COULDVE FUCKING DIED I DONT CARE IF THEY HELD UP A JEWELRY STORE. THEY WERE ARMED. but seriously you look pretty cool in that mask ngl." ((idk but hi))

“Oh come on Mr. Callahan, you know you would’ve done the exact same thing - only with more gunfire…and possibly a flamethrower…a-and at least I didn’t touch anything other than them so they couldn’t trace my prints…and you know I don’t care about my life, so…”

[tacticaldevice-blog]

"Well somebody has to care around here and if it’s not you I guess it’s me. Which is good because I’ve already agreed to that shit.” He sighed, slightly frustrated by what he’s learned about but also enthralled by the whole idea, “So this hero thing… it seems really cool.” And by the word cool he meant ‘can I join you?’