#agntford

[bornsoldier]

                     “   ...on a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the cafeteria food?   ”   a super soldier’s hunger was nearly unmatched ( except maybe to thor ), but in all honesty, he’d rather it be bearable food than something on par with army rations. 

@agntford bc i love u bruv

[hatshaw]

@agntford.  //    ⟨    J. FORD.    ⟩

             THINKING IT WOULD JUST BE ANOTHER DAY AT THE OFFICE, Hattie walked over the bridge and made her way to Vauxhall Cross.  The weather was  not  bad; mild for the time of the year, a welcoming change from the climate she had been dropped into  mere  days ago.  The operative got into the building with her security badge and made her way up to the right floor, where she entered The Pit        otherwise known as the place where she  owned  a desk she competed her paperwork at.  

            Images and intel about missions  decorated  the massive screen opposite of operatives’ desks, showing information about active missions all around the world.  The screen was, like the missions,  active;  following the status of the missions, along with blinking lights and  tiny  pieces of information that made sense to everyone working in the room and with the right clearance level.  

            Hattie had taken off her coat and hoodie, which she had thrown over her office chair, when the phone rang.  Knowing  better  than letting it ring when it was clear that her presence had been noticed, she heard the Director of Operations on the other side of the line when she picked up, asking her to come up to his office.  The conversation lasted less than 15 seconds, and as per  usual,  she knew she would be informed of his reason for calling at his office.  

            Once she had made her way to the right floor, she  didn’t  have to bother with knocking as he already called her into his office when she approached        Hattie supposed she had his  brilliant  assistant to thank for saving her the trouble of knocking like he hadn’t been expecting her.  Inside of his office, she was glad to the familiar and odd items that made his office ...  his.  Artefacts from all over the worlds were shown in the office or hung against the wall        for his enjoyment and others’ who had the  pleasure  of visiting his office.            “      What have you got for me ?     ”

            Ever since she joined the military, Hattie had thrown herself into  any  and  all  battles.  The joy was  almost  visible in her eyes, was it not for her overpowering desire to make the world a better and safer place every time she stepped onto the tarmac to be shipped off to, often, a Godforsaken place.  This time was  no  different, but as her boss opened up the file        almost a non-verbal manner to give Hattie clearance for the mission        her breath  hitched  in her throat as she recognised the man in the picture.  Immediately, she became conscious of her body language and ensured it would be unable to be read        knowing that if she showed any kind of familiarity to the person in the picture, the mission would be  passed on  to someone else; any and all judgements  out  of her control.

[vaynglorie]

@agntford liked for a starter

      “ --- Agent Ford. “

      That was odd.  He’d adjust.

      Holden shifts his stance slightly, lifts his left foot off the ground to tap the tip of his shoe against the ground, situating his foot more comfortably inside while also managing to loosen the small rock he’d apparently gotten lodged inside the leather on his walk over.

      It was starting to drive him a little mad.

     He motions towards himself slightly before speaking again.

      “ Special Agent Ford. “

[whitesuited-arch]

❛ [ 📱 — SMS ] WHO IS THIS? ❜ // @agntford.

[  ENCRYPTED  →  SMS  ] : a friend [  ENCRYPTED  →  SMS  ] : an ally at least [  ENCRYPTED  →  SMS  ] : how are things underground?

[whitesuited-arch]

“THEY WANT US ON THE TARMAC AT ZERO - FOUR HUNDRED. LUCKY US.” Which means the oversized AMERICANO she’s got in her hand isn’t the first and won’t be the last of the evening. ( If she could get away with simply walking around with a CARAFE AND A STRAW, she would. ) 

    “Fury had the mission dossier dropped off earlier. Grab a copy and let’s brainstorm.”

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋. / @agntford.

[lethalagent]

“whoever stole my cactus you’re a piece of shit”

* ∘ ∙ — misc sentence starters (pt 2) — accepting !!

              “   … oddly protective of that little thing, aren’t you? i wonder if you’d have the same reaction if it was your uh… what is it? a succulent? — and i didn’t STEAL it, i MOVED it, for the record.   ”   his mom had kept a number of plants back home, and it was only the bits and pieces he’d caught her swearing about in her garden that had driven oliver to rearrange the plants in ford’s home. not exactly the first thing that most people do upon stepping into someone else’s apartment, but it was FORD so he wasn’t too worried about it. to be fair, he hadn’t expected the guy’s place to be adorned with… adorable little plants.