#covertstart

[ovtlcws]

𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 against the punching bag, air pushing in and out of his lungs with every jab. even though everything about the new unit felt different, all gyms and training areas were nearly the same. this odd familiarity proved to be a safe haven for the instructor. mind entranced by the monotonous rhythm of  the jabs, he barely noticed the metal clank of the door. “this space isn’t reserved, right?” he confirms, movements slowing. 

[bloodsthirsty-blog]

eris    takes    the    last    bite    of    her    apple,    the    core    sitting    between    her    fingers    waiting    to    be    discarded.    boredom    has    her    thinking    whether    or    not    she    should    throw    it    at    an    unsuspecting    cadet    and    blame    someone    else    for    it.    

freya    sighs,    “THIS    IS    A    WASTE    OF    TIME.”    

[demvrcos-blog]

“ guess they call it a test drive for a reason. “ frankie chuckled meekly, pressing a can of diet coke against a gash on his forehead. he was in rough shape - face bloodied, bruised, and lacking its signature goofy grin. “ need for speed ? more like need to BLEED, am I right ?? “ 

[hellsfiinest-blog]

caroline had a day filled with classes back to back and once they were done, she was fully exhausted. she decided to chill on one of the couches and play some games on her phone for a while, but that rather quickly turned into a napping session. she was finally getting some rest, right until the moment a loud sound came from not that far and woke her up. “what the hell...”

[agenticarus-blog]

 lighting a cigarette between his lips, miles stood outside the party. the cool air stung his cheeks as he puffed a cloud of smoke. “need a lighter or are you trying to avoid this whole social do as well?” he chuckled, noticing the figure standing behind him. 

[bloodsthirsty-blog]

“get   up.”   this   is   freya’s   favourite   part   :   palms   curled   into   fists,   her   voice   is   a   hiss   in   the   slight   silence   of   the   arena,   staring   at   her   opponent   left   on   the   floor.   “get   up   and   fight   me,   or   i’ll   do   worse.”   she   can’t   tell   if   that’s   a   threat   —   all   freya   knows   is   that   she’s   smiling   through   it   and   she’ll   do   worse   regardless.    

[bevoond]

like nothing happened last night, agent dionysus was sipping coffee this day. pretending to look sane for a moment, waiting for a kick of the caffeine to reassure herself that everything would be alright. still, there was an uneasy, like the air felt too tense. still, fingers wrapped around the cup. “good lord,” she groaned. maybe small talk would help to get rid of this bad feeling she got. “good morning. how was your night?”

[grcyhcart]

gray bites his lip, tapping his pencil in the rhythm of all kinds of beats. he is trying to study, maybe for the first time since he’s been in the academy, but he can’t seem to focus. his eyes keep shifting from the paper to the surrounding students, and the practice test in front of him is full of ghostly erase marks from answers’ past. he slams his pencil down, looking around at the library full of people, “fuck school. FUCK this test. i’m sure james bond never had to study.” he can see the librarian agape in the corner of his eye, and that’s satisfying enough to keep going. “this test can suck my big fat-” he’s shushed by the angered librarian before he can continue to show off and act like a child - especially one who is currently flipping the bird towards his papers.