#* cameron mitchell.

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aj and I were talking about jack and his team and I need to preserve aj’s spot on description of the sg teams...

jack is dad and hammond is granddad and landry is weird uncle cam is older brother ( even when he's not technically older ) daniel and sam are the Very Special twins teal'c is the neighbor kid we basically adopted jonas is a cousin we barely knew and then he moved to the neighborhood for a while

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          The distance stretches across the room, framing a yawning space into which he does not dare refuses to step. Cam lingers in the doorway arms resting with deceptive unconcern upon the gun strapped to the front of his jacket. The very picture of apparent ease. The stance belies the minutes in which he’d all but paced the corridor, hesitant to round the corner and enter the room proper. Paranoia, part of him accuses, but he rationalizes it to himself as due caution. Disaster stalks ever in their wake, and he’d give anything for something resembling a routine mission. He lies to himself; he wouldn’t give this up for anything less than the world itself.

          He watches, gaze sharp, not distrustful of her, but of the specimens she examines. If only Daniel had omitted the tiny detail from his report. The one sentence that prompted Landry to send an additional team, complete with scientists, to further investigate bugs. Why did it have to be bugs. At last, he remarks, casual as he can manage,    ❛ Y’know, last time I stared at bugs in a glass cage, things didn’t go too well. You’re certain — absolutely certain — they’re harmless? They’re not going to, say, rapidly multiply? break out of their cage? decide they have a hankering for human flesh? display a ridiculous aptitude for hunting? Just, for example... ❜

                    // @memoryfaded​.

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          // @hybridagencies​ sent,  “ Oh! One question! Where am I, who are you, and what's going on ? ”

          ❛ That’s, uh... definitely more than one question. ❜    Though, frankly, Cam was less troubled by the deluge of questions than by the grim reality they depicted. He’d been operating under the assumption someone more qualified had already offered some explanation. Surely they couldn’t just drag a civilian into a top-secret military facility without telling her... No, scratch that: surely they wouldn’t. They almost certainly could, but that was a thought too troubling and too tangential for consideration now.

          ❛ And please tell me someone told you to ask me that and they actually already explained this to you... I promise to act suitably grumpy and not spoil their little joke. ❜    False optimism, likely to betray him, but he clung to it desperately, even as he considered all the people he’d be having words with if the task of explaining everything really had been dumped upon his plate without even a word of warning.

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          They’ve been back mere hours — long enough for General Landry to brief them on the events of the preceding days and the unexpected return of the Atlantis expedition, for Dr. Lam to clear them, and for much-needed showers, but not much else. Exhausted and with every intention of postponing the paperwork of composing the report Landry would be awaiting with undue eagerness, Cam makes his way through the familiar corridors of the SGC, scarcely cognizant of the path he follows by rote.

          A glance down a hallway to his left, and Cam turns abruptly, former intentions temporarily set aside. It’s the back of a head that catches his attention, familiar as much in its unfamiliarity as from the mere few times their paths have crossed. So quickly does Cam turn that his path nearly collides with a man walking past, arms full of paperwork, but Cam steadies him, uttering an apology through sheer reflex before hurrying onward.    ❛ Yo, Sheppard! ❜    he calls as he jogs to catch up, though he makes it only a few steps before he falls back into a walk.

          ❛ Heard you were back — and taking over SG-14. Sorry we weren’t here to throw you all a welcome home party. How’re you settling in? ❜

            //  @a-solitary-man​.

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CAMERON & CASEY MITCHELL ;; 

Their parents used to joke that Casey couldn’t have been more different from his older brother. Born five years after Cameron, Casey grew up tagging along with his older brother when allowed to and burying himself in books when he wasn’t. Where Cam scraped by in school ( partly out of a lack of interest ), Casey excelled. Where Cam would rather be out on the sports field or hanging out with his buddies, Casey preferred the quiet of the school library. His inclinations earned him more than a bit of bullying, and his overprotective big brother was always quick to intervene on his behalf, though it got Cam sent home from school and a stern talking-to from their father on more than one occasion.

And where Cam followed his father’s footsteps into the United States Air Force, as he’d never had any doubts he would, Casey continued on to college at Kansas State University with a full scholarship, and from there completed his doctor of veterinary medicine degree and a Food Animal Veterinary Certificate. He maintains a mixed practice (large and small animals), and though he has a small clinic he travels to most of his clients.

Despite everything, the brothers get along, and always have. They grew up play-fighting with brooms and tracking mud through the house, much to their mother’s frequent exasperation, and they’re equally likely to prank the other, though Casey’s much better at not giving it away too soon. Casey endures Cam’s ribbing with a smile, and no matter how many jokes Cam makes at his baby brother’s expense, he would do anything for him without hesitation.

They aren’t particularly good at keeping in touch — if Cam wasn’t inclined towards forgetfulness already, his inability to discuss much of anything to do with his job ( especially after joining the Stargate Program ) and his frequent absences from the planet make it hard to get hold of him. Casey makes an effort to call him ( though he jokingly calls it ‘bothering him’ ) on at least a monthly basis, and tends to nag him on holidays and on their parents’ birthdays because “Really, Cam, for God’s sake, give Mom and Dad a call.”

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Cam: “Chief, we got a full count. Two strikes, three Ba’als.” Walter: “Haha that’s... that’s clever, sir.” Sam: “He was thinking that one up the whoooole way home.” Cam: “Yeah, the whole three seconds.” Sam: “Three point two.” Cam “Good point.”

I love them so much, everyone...

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cam trying to avoid landry

I'm fucking sobbing, Birdie. Sobbing. I can't breathe I'm cry-laughing so hard.....

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         // @hybridagencies​ sent,  “ I got Starbucks. This is your favourite isn't it? ”

         ❛ So, what you’re telling me is that the reason you’re late and missed the briefing is that you stopped for coffee on the way in. ❜    Keeping a straight face takes effort, but he does it, expression stern, balanced between disapproval and incredulity. There was no briefing, of course; she’s not late, and this is one hell of a thank you. He wants to grin, to give away the game, that she might share in the joke, but holds off just a little bit longer.