#br6vo

[agentxiii]

     ✆  » @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  ?

[counterror]

* 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. ”

[storymadea]

@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  ?  ”

[careol-arc]

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.

[sicarea]

☣.•°* 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?

[sicarea]

☣.•°* 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    ❜   

[boogeykill]

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 .   ]

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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.  ❜