“That’s not something to be proud of.”
“Didn’t say it was.”

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@the-splinter-cell
“That’s not something to be proud of.”
“Didn’t say it was.”
Deeks spat out the blood on the floor.
“Like what? Why would I help you when you’re torturing me.”
Fisher sighed
“That’s what the torture’s for.”
“Dude you don’t have to downplay torture…It sucks.”
“I know... dude. I’ve been getting tortured since you were in the cradle.”
“I’m not a mole!” He coughed on blood.
Sam stooped and got in face.
“Then prove it! Give me something I can use.”
“I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.”
“A crazy guy with a knife. I’m a big boy, Deeks, I can handle it.”
“Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”
“I don’t know anything!”
He screamed loudly as the pain continued. He wasn’t going to break.
“I know there’s a mole in NCIS,” He looked through a file. “Professional undercover agent. I, personally, can’t think of a better suspect.”
injury/torture starter sentences
“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.” “I know it hurts, but you’re not alone. I’m here for you.” “Will you please tell me who did this to you?” “Something happened to you while you were gone and if you don’t start talking about it you will only sink further and further into this darkness.” “I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.” “Which do you prefer? Your tongue or your eyes?” “My whole life I’ve been searching for someone willing to endure my torture… Evidently I got impatient.” “You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.” “Why I’m doing this to you? There is no why… I just like it.” “Don’t cry, darling, I’m still your best friend. This doesn’t change anything.” “Please don’t panic, it’s just a small knife.” “Shut up– SHUT UP! I can’t think with all your screaming!” “You’re dying. Oh my god, you’re dying! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” “If you don’t tell me what’s been happening to you, you leave me no choice but to leave you.” “Why won’t you talk to me about what happened? You’ve had the same blank look in your eyes for weeks.” “Where did that scar come from? You didn’t have that before the holiday, did you?” “I want you to take this knife and make a nice, long cut in your own skin.” “Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.” “I don’t know whether I’m going to kill you or not. You think I have that much self-control? Ha! You’re cute.” “Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”
“He’s a bomb sniffing dog.” He clipped the lead onto the dog’s collar and stood up. “We gotta find a bomb and I trust him to save me.”
“In my line of work you don’t get to meet many trustworthy dogs.” It seemed like when an operation was going well fate would send a sniffer dog his way. “But yeah, this bomb’s gotta get found. Lead the way.”
the-splinter-cell Starter call!
“This is my dog Monty.” He introduced the police dog to Sam. It was nice to show off his bomb disposal dog once in a while. Even if the puppy had puppy PTSD and often spent more time looking after his owner after a bad dream than actually being looked after for that.
“That’s, uh, nice dog,” Sam replied. He was unsure as to why Deeks was showing him his dog. Plus, after his recent operations he was more of a cat man. “My daughter, Sarah, has a dog like that... I think.”
"I am a soldier. I've served my country for twenty years. But if I'm captured or killed, I know that nobody will come to rescue me. I won't even get a funeral. Because the nation I protect can never admit that I exist. So my death would go unremarked, my bones would go unclaimed. I don't know if that day will come... but I do know that it must not be today. I am invisible. I am relentless. I am Sam Fisher. I am... a Splinter Cell."
Sam Fisher
‘rough touch’
2: My muse throws a punch at yours.
His fist flew out to clock the guy before he really had any time to think. Because no-one had the right to question his judgement on his own past. He was the guy who had lived it and just because someone deemed it less traumatic than their own didn’t make it so.
The kid was getting angry. He could see it. Sure enough the fists came flying. Fisher swiftly moved from the fists path, seized his wrist, and pinned it behind his back. “Hey, kid, lets not get violent. Didn’t mean to offend you.”
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and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
They made him what he is: fixer, killer, the answer to all the questions you don't want to ask. But he's off the leash and goin' after answers. I know what he wants... and right now I'm glad I'm not you.
for my dad.
"Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
“I just wish we didn’t have to man. I mean, don’t we deserve something that we don’t have to fight for? Is that too much to ask for?”
“Dude we are not having that contest.”
“Yeah, cos I’d win.”
"Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
“I just wish we didn’t have to man. I mean, don’t we deserve something that we don’t have to fight for? Is that too much to ask for?”
“I know. But after all the crap I’ve had to deal with I’d like one easy thing.”
“You think you’ve dealt with a lot of crap? Cute.”
"Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
“I just wish we didn’t have to man. I mean, don’t we deserve something that we don’t have to fight for? Is that too much to ask for?”
“I wish it was.”
“It don’t work that way, kid. Wish it did.”
"Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
“I just wish we didn’t have to man. I mean, don’t we deserve something that we don’t have to fight for? Is that too much to ask for?”
“Touché. However it’s not worth the fight if they don’t fight for us?”
“True, true. But life isn’t that easy.”