"Easy for you to say," Ada's retort is followed by a soft scoff, wrapping a roll of bandages around her forearm to cover up the most recent stab wound. She winced at the pressure, lifting the roll up to her teeth to rip off the excess before tossing it over to Leon. Choosing to intervene during his scuffle with the villagers had been an impulse decision. Thankfully, her choice had presented her with the opportunity to check in on Leon and possibly gain intel for her own mission.
The president's daughter was no where to be soon, which led her to assume that perhaps Leon was just as lost as she was. Though, she'd never admit it verbally, expressing a sign of weakness that she just couldn't afford.
"Missing someone? I thought this was a search and rescue."
You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice?
it's not the first time he's been beat to hell and it won't be the last. The last thing Thor wants to do is make this a bigger deal than it is. The blast of cool air hits him in the face as he walks into the office. Compared to the heat outside it damn near takes his breath away but that could also be the massive hit he took.
He won't admit to being bested in any form but he also can't hide the fact that he IS injured. He'll hit up medical in the morning but for now he wants to kick off his shoes and just sit down. He barely registers Leon in the room and waves off another that asks him if he's alright. Only when Leon speaks does Thor bother to look. "It's nothing. I'm fine." Obvious he isn't but he can breathe and that's enough for him. Everything else can wait. "I just want to lay down alright. I'll figure it out later."
cheekbone. what makes them smile ?: Not a whole lot makes Krauser smile, but I would say that calm and serene nature is enough to get him to crack a small smile. Krauser sometimes goes on walks during his days off both for exercise and to take the edge off, and he has a few spots he likes to jog nearby and take a moment to chill. I'd say if you wanted him to SMILE BIG he'd have to be drunk, then he gets real grinny the smiling grinner.
sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?: Being on the battlefield makes his heart pound the hardest. Having his life on the line, fighting alongside his comrades, that's when he becomes the most exhilarated.
carpals. what small habits do they have ?: His main habits include flipping his knife and wood carving!
∗ 47﹕ sender is found sobbing by receiver . for krauser, could be very early on when leon just became a recruit and still struggles with everything, having nightmares about raccoon and stuff dhskgsd
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He'd never been good at handling other's emotions. For every instance of his platoon members crying, Krauser was left struggling to pick up the pieces. Comforting words could only go so far when they're constantly surrounded by death-- constantly worried that they could be next to die alongside their fallen comrades. Krauser had always been prepared to die, but most of these men had friends and family to return to; he could call himself lucky not to have to concern himself with these things...but he'd be lying.
"Crying isn't going to bring them back, you know."
Smoke escapes through his lips whilst nursing his cigarette, staring out into the night that enveloped their camp. He could hear Leon's sobbing from his own tent, and upon checking in he found the rookie practically inconsolable.
"You need to take their strength and make it your own, Leon. You're becoming strong enough to where you won't allow anyone else you know to die. I've...felt this powerless in the past but look at me now. You'll get through this."
SENDER refuses to leave RECEIVER behind. for krauser!
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Krauser had always known he would've died on the battlefield. Blood pools from the wound in his chest and the bullet goes flying out the other side, bladed arm twitching violently as he collapses onto the concrete. In the back of his mind he always knew he would never escape this life, confined to an existence of bloodshed and violence. No matter what he attempted to do he could never get his mind into a civilian lifestyle, always returning to what he did best even after the injury that cost him his career in the military.
He'd always been prepared to die...he just didn't think it would be so soon after getting his arm back.
Eyes quietly close before he's suddenly moved around, normal arm wrapped around Leon's shoulder as he's hoisted up. There's no reason for the other man to do this; he'd been the one to kidnap Ashley and start this whole thing, so why is he still...?
"Cut-" A cough, "Cut this shit out, Leon. Just leave!"
( 🐾 ) : for our muses to track something dangerous. for krauserrr
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The B.O.W had to be nearby. The footprints pressed into the dirt lead them to an abandoned facility on the outskirts of town, and the dragging marks signified it was holding something or someone according to reports. Not much was spoken about what the B.O.W was capable of outside of brief footage, and even then, it was blurry and difficult to make out. A quick debrief and the two of them were off, with Krauser taking the lead whilst the newer member Leon covered his back.
"Let's hope that whoever that monster took is still alive."
( 🌧️ ) : for our muses to be stranded together in the rain. for krauser 👀
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The previous drizzle turned into a thunderstorm, coming down with an intensity that made it difficult to see. They'd gotten separated from the other members of their platoon, explosion catching them off guard and leaving Krauser alone with Leon. Thankfully neither of them was injured, but he couldn't help the tension forming in his chest at the thought of his other squad members potentially being injured.
"Let's stop here."
Clothes were soaked through as he turned back to Leon, noticing the other man shivering with his own wet clothing. Eyes scan their surroundings before noticing an abandoned shed, requesting Leon wait there whilst he surveyed the building. Thankfully the shed was small enough that it only took him a few minutes; it was safe, and he ushers the younger man inside. Gun returns to its holster with a soft sigh, hands moving to begin wringing out his shirt.
"The storm shouldn't last much longer, but in the meantime, let's catch our breath."
sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver :U
blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.
He doesn't even so much as flinch as infected blood and saliva splatters across his face, golden eyes remaining locked onto Leon's own pair of defiant blue. Most other people would have been taken aback by the action, shocked that Mr. Kennedy could do such a thing but Zeno is not most people and knows Leon isn't either.
He's a fighter in more than just body and spirit, defiant to the end even as he's being pinned against a wall. Hard.
Not even an expression of shock across Zeno's face nor disgust as globs of blood and spit slowly roll down his cheek. Leon's essence mingles together with his own sweat in a vile concoction of ichor and decay and it's something he almost relishes as Leon glares back with tremendous dislike - somehow he's still pushing on despite his insides being ravaged by disease as much as Zeno punishes his body physically.
Almost impressive really, that Leon still has the nerve to push his buttons like this when death is literally knocking at his door.
It does give him a moment's pause, Zeno allowing the mess of blood and saliva to slowly trickle down his face. Rather than getting angry at Mr. Kennedy for what others would say is blatantly disrespectful act, he can't help but be oddly elated, even thrilled despite theirs being locked in a battle to the death.
He can't help but lick his lips. Slowly dragging his tongue over curdling haemoglobin and Leon's own saliva intermingled. It tastes as strongly as it smells too, of Leon, of life and death happening at the same time. It tastes like himself, Raccoon City Syndrome not sparing him from its cruel talons either and it's exhilarating they could share such a connection even now, locked in battle beneath ARK.
Zeno leans in closer, never once blinking or taking his eyes off Mr. Kennedy's own as he rolls back his tongue, practically savouring the filth Leon personally plastered across his own decaying face.
"Starting to taste a little stale there, Mr. Kennedy. You don't have much time left..." He croons gently, almost intimately into the other man's ear.
He doesn't have much time either, feeling his own DNA slowly coming apart at the seams. Oh well. It just made the time they had left all the more special, and Zeno did intend to enjoy things as long as he could make them last.
