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[ SMS » PRICE, JOHN. / 04:32:03 AM ] hey ––– been a while. [ SMS » PRICE, JOHN. / 04:32:53 AM ] know anything about ‘ atlas ‘ , by any chance ?
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✆ » @br6vo + random texting starter !
[ SMS » PRICE, JOHN. / 04:32:03 AM ] hey ––– been a while. [ SMS » PRICE, JOHN. / 04:32:53 AM ] know anything about ‘ atlas ‘ , by any chance ?
* ANSWERED ASK.
RANDOM ASKS / ACCEPTING.
@br6vo asked : “ we'll get to 'im eventually. this is why you're in, simon. brittle work requires the right pressure. too much and it bloody scatters all over the place. seems like everybody's stickin' their hands into this mess. situations developed, 's no longer under the rug. but I'm expecting you t' get things done, properly. ”
HIS HEAD TILTS, peering through the eye-holes of his mask as he watches the butt of his captain’s cigar fuzz into a blaze of amber - listening to the deep drag and exhales himself, as tendrils of smoke scurry from price’s lips. they’re discussing verdansk, or rather, what’s left of it. ghost’s been called in to operate under the guise of task force 141, a multinational capture / kill unit with the objective to hunt down al-asad. HE’S THANKFUL, though it remains undisclosed. consistency with targets and roles keeps his mind clear. occupied.
ghost shifts in his seat, blinking as the smoke of price’s cigar finally stings his eyes. “ yeh, good thing I know where the pressure points are, then, ” a gruff reply is given, gloved hands resting on his knees. despite his physical lack of movement, his eyes do not cease analyzing his surroundings.
“ ‘course it’s not under the rug anymore, the tossers handlin’ it don’t ‘ave a fucking clue what they’re doing. s’pose that’s what we’re here for though, eh, price ? cleanin’ up everybody else’s fucking mess. ”
@br6vo gets a smol starter !
“ we don’t have to get into ALL of it right now . . . ” althea can already tell he doesn’t want to get into ANY of it. and she knows pushing will get her NOWHERE. it’s nearly cost her her LIFE once or twice. but she’s gotten better over the years at getting stories out of people who are so unwilling to speak. she just has to EASE into it. “ we can start off easy, hm ? ” she’s treating it like a friendly conversation right now; keeping her camera tucked away until he says it’s cool to have it out. which isn’t her USUAL way of going about things ( it KILLS her to not be getting any of this on tape ). but adapting to situations around her was what althea was GOOD at. “ what’s your name ? ”
45, 63 & 72.
Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well
45. What is your favorite accent?
i fucking love irish accents? i mean honestly i love english, irish and australian accents. new zealand too.
63. Biggest Fear?
im terrified of bugs. they are my biggest fear and prevent me from going outside a lot of the time. i won’t go somewhere on the chance there could be bugs. i think it stems from when i was a kid and a wasp got caught in my sandal and bit me twice before dying. it was a horrible pain, so strong and like almost like it burned? i was crying so hard and i’m pretty sure ever since then i’ve been terrified of any and all bugs. well not ants, i mean cmon how can you be scared of an ant. but everything else yes im scared.
72. Are you scared of the dark?
depends honestly. idk why but a dark basement yes its terrifying. but if my room is dark no? the upstairs being dark idc. but the basement... big oof. and outside not really? it depends on the situation outside like if im just going to my car from my house im usually okay? i am more nervous about people being around than the dark itself.
☣.•°* 𝐁𝐑𝟔𝐕𝐎┆ “ liked
❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎! ❜ ——- she reprehends in a low, really low growl; beretta in hand she ducks right next to him, back hitting the old wooden desk ❛ i know this place i can get us out ❜ Chayo asserts whilst allowing a dry swallow gulp and fill the void of silence between the two ❛ i’ve been here before, i helped closing it down not long ago ❜ inhuman sounds, screeching, laments; all deafening ( were they in pain? the infected? she still wonders, even after all these years she still wonders and tries to avoid killing them, absurd, right? i know ) ❛ we just need to get to the roof, we left a ladder there after crossing to the next building in case we ever needed to come back ❜ but why would anyone want to come back? now that’s the question he should be asking her, why risk it like this?
☣.•°* 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑┆ “ @br6vo / accepting
i’m willing to make that sacrifice.
𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄; 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 ——- eyes wander over the stranger’s silhouette as if looking for a sign of genuineness; finger fidgets against the trigger although her guard does not fail ❛ what’s your damage ❜ she asks, words slip past chapped lips, why would a person be willing to die like this ? she wonders, a shiver creates goosebumps all over calloused skin ❛ ¿me estas poniendo a prueba? ❜ a bark, low, but teeth are bared ❛ if that’s your play, don’t ... please don’t force my hand ❜
body has hardly been pieced and stitched back together enough to be out for business once again . a branch of his very own ----- vengeance . it seems to be all that he knows these days , burns within his every cell ; like a rabid dog . the promise of peace made by a grieving widower a gentle thing long broken and forgotten . it is harder to sneak in undetected , with blood inside his very eye from slowly healing vessels partly obscuring his vision . he curses it , but manages , at last , to await the unknowing resident in what is supposed to be the comfort of his home .
‘ sorry for the intrusion . ’ he means it , guilt visible in the crease forming between brows . even when it is weaker than it would have been years ago . continuous knives in his back and boots in his face have made him just a little more bitter . considering current circumstance however , the words must come off as terribly sarcastic . man standing in the corner of the room , partly veiled in shadow ----- the image is unsettling , threatening . [ AFTER ALL : JOHN HAD LEARNED , THROUGHOUT THE DECADES , TO PERFECT JUST THAT . ] it would , without question , warrant the hasty grab for a gun , or a call for help . which is why own pistol sits ( intentionally visible ) within right hand resting against his chest ; warning , but not pointing at the captain . not an honorable move : to bring a weapon to a peace proposal , but he’d been betrayed too many times over the course of mere weeks to act in any different way now . ‘ i mean no harm . ’ tone is monotonous but eyes carry a sincerity that hardly the best of liars could simulate . ‘ you know a man named makarov , correct ? ’
@br6vo [ sc . ]
RISE OF THE TOMB RAIDER SENTENCE STARTERS
status: accepting. ↳ @br6vo asked: " I suspect you already know. "
kenzi malikov isn’t one to play dumb, not generally speaking anyways. of course, she has played the role of the airhead before but the guy was richer than god so could she truly be blamed? ( yes. ) while the thief has an idea, that’s hardly anything to go on, so instead her head shakes in response as blue eyes watch him. it’s not so much that she’s concerned rather --- she’s curious and that’s a dangerous game with those that you’re not familiar with. her breath hitches just slightly and when it happens she realizes just how much tension she’s carrying. knots feel as if they’re spread across her body like a cage. oh, but this isn’t the time for hyper-fixating on what you cannot fix! she shifts, just slightly, hand resting on the styrofoam coffee cup before her as she tilts her head. ❛ i’m going to need you to explain it in uh --- dumbass, which i am fluent in. ❜