#dreambringer

[buttercup-lesbian32]

✨Let the challenge begin✨

[avennataliepraxton]

@dream-bringer | Continued from X ((it won't let me link on mobile, whoops)) This was certainly the worst part of her job; the part that she knew she was only certified to mend the physical scars, despite how badly she wanted to mend the emotional as well. She knew that this was where she was needed, but that didn’t stop the ache she felt for the soldier. Ave had once felt the same pain, but not at the same price. “I reckon so,” she answered softly. Her eyes inspected the soldier in the bed. The dull, broken look in his eyes like shattered glass tore into her. It reminded her of the ache she felt when she lost her brother. Ave slowly pulled the curtains open by the window just enough to let in some light. “I’d offer you a drink, but you can’t have any alcohol while on the pain medication. Is there anything I can get you?"

[jamesonandhotbrass]

@dream-bringer

Scavenging for materials was always a gamble. Especially on planets with limited human contact. And when the only communication with the ship was dead air with the intermittent crackle of static. If they were lucky, maybe it was just the dense foliage that was blocking the transmissions.

“I repeat again; Kraken, do you read me?” After a solid thirty seconds of silence, Cayne swore under his breath, pointedly ignoring the AI’s conformation that no contact could be reached. 

“Rex, any idea why the fuck we can’t--” A loud crack of gunfire cut him off as Cayne dripped to a knee behind a thick tree stump, drawing his own rifle. Great. Good. Definitely what they needed right now. 

Hopefully their reputation hadn’t preceded them. 

[jamesonandhotbrass]

I'm hurt, Cayne. I thought Frost and I had that on lockdown--typical marine bullshit, if ya ask me. /gravelly chuckle/

Yer a close second, promise. But those guys saved my ass a few more times than I’d like, t’be honest. 

[jamesonandhotbrass]

[Cont from here]

dream-bringer :

“You get to be my age,” he said, standing and groaning, knees cracking, “and things don’t work the way they ought to… that includes the sleep schedule.”

But it wasn’t just being old… Sandman, or rather, Rex Price, as he was now known, hadn’t slept through a whole night in years. It was not a problem for his younger self, of course, but it was catching up. Retirement wasn’t as easy as he’d anticipated.

Cayne couldn't help but snort at the sound of popping joints; it was a sound he knew all too well. He and Gabe poked enough fun at each other’s wearing down bodies as well.

“Sand, remember who yer talkin’ too. I haven’t slept more than 5 hours straight since Iraq. I get it.” Sure, the docs liked to attribute the reason behind that to something entirely different than old age, but fuck that. “You holdin’ up alright? Retirement is... Weird.”

[codrppositivity-blog]

s/o to the new team metal ( @dream-bringer, @metalteamtruck, @ssgtwestbrook, @sfcblake) for not only slaying, but playing so well off of each other.

[codenamenikolai]

@dream-bringer​

If the LZ were any hotter, Nikolai might be convinced he was landing in Hell itself. As bullets whizzed past the abandoned market, he almost found himself praying, barking into his radio that Metal had two minutes to make it before he had to leave. It seemed every team member answered him at once, from drawling curses to a more composed roger. Whatever was being said all melded together, and he soon focused more on his surroundings than the team he was sent to fetch.

As the radio crackled to life again, Nikolai moved as instructed, dropping the door in preparation of Metal’s arrival. Running a dry tongue over chapped lips, the pilot urged them to move faster... in less than pleasant terms. If he was to be chastised for speaking to Sandman that way, it was a problem for Future Nikolai. Present Nikolai just wanted the old man and his crew to bust their asses.

The gunfire seemed to amplify around the already decimated buildings, and Nikolai released a breath he did not know he was holding. That would be Metal, no doubt. As the Americans rounded the corner, Nikolai grit his teeth, hoping that they weren’t being tailed by ever OpFor in the country.

[avennataliepraxton]

She clutched her bags a little tighter. Ave stood in front of her new base, unsure of what was going to follow. She had just finished basic training and was seen fit to move upward. Perhaps by being "seen fit", it just meant that Ave had been in training long enough that they just assumed that she knew what she was doing. Of course, she was a protégé of a medic, but she wasn't the most physically capable human being on the planet. Shyness wasn't a common trait for the usually extroverted medic, but her sudden doubts of her own ability was starting to infiltrate her thoughts. She knew that there was no way she would, being 5'1 and 100 pounds, fit in with the 6'something, brick soldiers. A soldier stood by the gate, and Aven assumed that perhaps he had been waiting for her to arrive. She approached him with an almost sheepish smile. "Hey, there. Are you Sergeant Rogers, sir?" @dream-bringer