#strikecommanded

[mvnces]

@strikecommanded gets a starter <3 let the boys be gay

A light hike through the woods could be considered a second date, right? That was the thought that hit Decker after an hour or so of being out with Jack. The dogs happily trotting alongside them as they wandered along the trail — It was one Decker was familiar with, at least, so there was no risk of getting lost. He had made sure it was a short one, too, and one to circle back easily.

The end of the trail opened up into a clearing with a lake. A pretty view that and somewhere nice to sit and take a breather. Allow Jasper and Buck to drink some water and rest a little before turning back.

It took all of two minutes for Decker (and, to be fair, Jasper was there, too) to end up in the water. Clothes left in a pile by his backpack on land. “Hey!” A grin thrown Jack’s way as soon as the other’s attention turned toward him. “Are you gonna join us?”

[covertcommanded]

@strikecommanded

he doesn't do birthdays. okay, he doesn't do his own birthday. and he makes a point to tell everyone he doesn't do them so they don't expect anything from him on theirs. of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't get them anything. he got mcree a belt buckle for this last birthday, and the ninja some sort of delicate fan. he takes pride in knowing his teammates. his family. he loves the look of shock and awe on their face every year when he gets them something. he's not all bad, you know.

jack knows, though. he knows he does this, and he expects something from him. and he's never run into this problem before-- being around someone so often and so much that he's starting to run out of things to give him. there's a small bit of panic inside him as he holds the box full of roses close to him. the website said they were supposed to last and smell for years. it feels stupid. like it's not enough. even though he's planned a fancy dinner for the night as well, put on his formal uniform because it's the nicest thing he owns. he's trying his damndest to make jack feel special today.

three knocks on jack's office door. firm, like he's not as scared as he feels. " morrison? you decent enough for company?"

[m4gicways]

i'm getting too old for this shit. ( to cora )

cora begged for weeks for someone to smuggle in party favours and decorations so she could pull this off. being heavily advised not to go out often due to still technically being a secret means she gets others to get her stuff she wants. nothing gets cora more excited than planning get-togethers with the team. even if only a few members actually show up. this time it's for winston's birthday.

her face pulls into a frown. "hey, you promised me!" she shakes the polka-dot party hat out at him, urging for him to take it. "it is your obligation to put this hat on. he's gonna be here any minute."

[moribundr]

"look. i can tell you're not feeling great. want to talk about it?" ( sep era perhaps )

when it gets hard | accepting @strikecommanded

❛ ask me again.. and I'm going to request a new roommate, seventy-six. ❜ pausing to catch his breath, the taste of acid made him want to vomit again. he guessed the boy scout had enough time in the rec room or followed him back to their dorm with the intention of asking for details. Morrison's group was next, and from Gabriel's reaction, he knew that the farm boy was in a rough round of treatment. hauling himself up from the floor, his knee's wobbling uncontrollably as he stood at the sink and rinsed his mouth. ❛ I'm fine. ❜ yanking the hand towel off the rack and rubbing it over his face. ❛ I just sick of this shit, sick of being sick.. I can't take this anymore. ❜ he was talking out of his ass, Gabriel knew it but he was frustrated. nearly two months with nothing to show, not now they said it would take more time. they had already lost people. it was hard to be optimistic but giving up wasn't an option. Gabriel tried not to think of how much of difference he could be making now on the field than wasting away-- possibly dying here..

hands gripping against the edges of the sink, avoiding the mirror, ❛ do you think this is working? ❜ he asked.

[moribundr]

"stay with me, please?"

when it gets hard | accepting @strikecommanded

he's too close, a perfect shot to end it all and Reaper does not take it. gun in each hand, Morrison's guard is down- and he still doesn't take it. a plea; stay with him. boots shuffle back to grant himself the space to register the simple request. as if Morrison had asked him something intricate, something unobtainable, impossible. the initial shock is hidden behind his mask and it's quickly replaced with anger. resentment. the memories already long tainted, it was an insult or Morrison was toying with him. rage nestled itself comfortably in his chest, hands clenching tightly on the grip of his shotguns but remained still. does not take the shot. Reaper scoffed, ❛ stay with you... and then what? haven't you taken enough from me. ❜ he growled. ❛ you've done enough. ❜

[covertcommanded]

@strikecommanded from xx

it's a scary thought. until the end. just them. considering how hard they butt heads sometimes. how many times he's told everyone he hates jack's guts. sometimes he wasn't lying. but-- at the end of the day, it's jack he wants. it's jack's bed he wants to lie in. it's his face he wants to wake up next to every morning. it's always been jack. "we don't get much time to enjoy it." it's said with an air of disappointment. because they don't. god, he wishes they could have more time.

he ran his thumb over the back of jack's hand. he's sitting on jack's desk, looking down at him. "when are you going to finish your paperwork? you need some sleep." code for, i need some sleep and i can't sleep without you there. because he can't. and he's not sure if it's because he needs the warmth, or if it's because he'll be paranoid something will happen to jack. maybe both. "why don't you get ana to do some of this? or vivian?"

[covertcommanded]

@strikecommanded said: i'll never leave you again.

from i thought you were dead prompts

he can't help but scoff at the remark. "you say that as if you have a choice in the matter." he didn't. neither did gabriel. neither one of them got to choose when they get taken away. when this life is goin to end of them-- if it ever ends for them. it's not jack's choice. it's not gabriel's choice. that's just how life is. he gives jack a look of pity before he's replacing the mask. he has to go. he can't stay here, he can't stay with jack. he wasn't built for this anymore. whatever they were doing-- it had to stop. he was getting too close again. he vowed not to let it happen. "you don't want this. you want reyes. he's gone. he's dead. he's not coming back."