Like a
fucking solider,
Son. જ⁀➴

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Like a
fucking solider,
Son. જ⁀➴
Graves, writing an email:
From: Shadow 01
To: Soap
Subject: I’m writing to you under the Freedom of Information Act 2000 to ask you if you’re still mad at me.
"Your commander on this Op is Philip Graves, call-sign SHADOW-01. If you want to get shit done, he’s the man you want in charge."
@ultimatelifefcrm
"Oh dang, what- hold up a sec darlin' I think I'm caught on your spikes." Gently, Ari pulls her dress from the... quills? Her skirt is caught in, and then brushes it down before looking at the owner of said quills. "Y' alright? Nothin' pulled weird, did it?"
@dxrkestmirror
“...So, one more time.”
Donnie extends his arms, a vaguely backpack-shaped metallic contraption in his hands.
“You put this on your back, I will push you off the roof and the propellers will kick in, you will fly back up hopefully and no, it will not explode probably. If it fails - which it will not - I will catch you. It if you survive, which you definitely will I think, I will pay you. Oh, and you can keep it after I guess, it’s just a prototype anyway.”
– ( ❀; @dxrkestmirror )
“Back already, Shadow-kun? I thought I would have scared you off for a while,” though his back is turned from the window the boy is currently crawling out of, there’s no mistaking his sudden presence in Watanuki’s home; yet the shopkeeper remains unbothered as he continues prepping lunch in the kitchen. “If you’re looking for Ashton, he won’t be home until later in the evening, so there’s no one here currently for you to scam snacks from.”