dormefuu.bsky.social
dorme/dom |25+| 🖤 @alliamisi.bsky.social 💜| any pronouns tmasc mutt 🏳️⚧️ | hobby artist & writer |🚫AI 🚫NFTs
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🥺🥺💕💕💕 aaaa you did their design so much justice!!! so prettyyy
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"i can tell, he talks a lot"
"doesn't shut up"
they nod in agreement.
/end
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gaz sidles up to him.
"interesting bloke that one"
ghost turns to look at him and gaz imagines his eyebrow shooting up
"mm, had a nice chat with him i take it"
"surprisingly pleasant company"
"he can charm the spots off of a cheetah that one, careful with that one garrick"
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the ragtag team consisting of the 141 and mace's soldiers looks somewhat comical with their stark difference, if it weren't for the carnage visible on their kits.
ghost and mace spares each other a glance, as mace walks up to talk to price, leader to leader.
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"mate, what a sight for sore eyes" gaz exclaims as he fist bumps soap who is grinning through the grime, dirt and blood staining his face. the scot threw around an arm around his shoulders.
"you're welcome, good to have you back, mate"
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"then sleep, i'll take first watch"
gaz just chuckles from behind his hand "mm, yeah, sure mate, i'll sleep with a bloke wearing a skull mask watching me"
"not your first time i bet"
gaz thinks of ghost keeping watch "heh, yeah not the first. but i know the other guy better"
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he rubs his eyes at these thoughts. these are the hardest part of being in the army. the long stretches of nothing in between mortal danger, chaos, and death.
"i can hear you thinking" mace pipes up.
gaz keeps his eyes shut and covered by his hand. "...'m just...tired"
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because he can't imagine himself making those calls.
maybe it's good to have someone like price to dirty his hands, but if you always see yourself as a hammer, wouldn't everything look like a nail?
am i the hammer? is the question he ultimately asks himself.
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gaz would like to say 'yes' but he's witnessed the man callously throw a civilian strapped with bombs over a railing. he's seen him refer to a woman and child as packages to be used for bargaining. he understands why he does the things he does. admires him to a point
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it's security, he tells himself. to be held accountable. but theres still that grain of doubt. he would follow his captain to the end of the line but sometimes he wonders. would he go too far for him to follow? would he even stop him? *could* he stop him?
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touching mace's boots.
he's not going to buck under the weight of his questioning. gaz knows who he is and what he stands for. as tempting as living in a world without red tapes is, he prefers to be in one with them no matter how annoying.
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"...i quite like my uniform, thank you. looks good on me" gaz says with a smile that plays with fire.
mace's eyes, obscured by the shadows from the metal mask glints with...something. it goes not unnoticed by gaz, who relaxes and leans more on the wall, legs stretching almost
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him up and down. he thought mace was just your garden variety mercenary. selfish, sociopathic, and bloodthirsty.
but the man sitting in front of him, wearing a familiar face, he's more like ghost than he thought. calm, calculating, ruthless and more than meets the eye
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a bucket hat"
that earns him a chuckle from gaz which surprised them both
"look all i'm sayin' is you choose what you choose. just make sure its yours"
"what makes you think this isn't mine?"
mace leans forward "i think...you can do better"
gaz sizes him up, really looks
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money for your services. just like me"
gaz could feel the smug smirk underneath his mask. he can't help but agree because he has been thinking of that the longer he's in the army.
"only difference is i get to make my own choices and not listen to a musty old mutton chop with
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tilts slightly to face him, but just slightly.
"and yes, i provide my services for money, can't get this pretty little toy," he holds up his LMG, "without money. your neat, clean gear isn't free to y'know?"
"i'm not idiot, 'course i know"
"of course, so then you do get
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response.
"what my and your little task force is doing. 's not so different."
he continues, "only difference is *you* cut through the red tape, while in my world you dont even have to do that. there's no red tape"
mace can see a glint of an interest in gaz's eyes. his head
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silence so thick you can cut it with a knife.
after a while he hears rustling from the other man, he's leaned back more, stretching one of his long legs.
dark intense brown eyes still looking through his soul.
"we're not so different you know"
gaz only rolls his eyes as a
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"why?"
"i don't believe in profiting off of warfare for my own self interest"
mace whistles "well, lookie here, we got a boy scout in our presence"
gaz huffs and crosses his arms. he averts his gaze to a particularly interesting crack in the wall.
time goes by so slow with
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his hands, as if to prompt gaz to continue.
"so...what?"
"so what's stopping you?"
gaz shakes his head. he didnt expect the bloke to be so chatty, especially with a mask like that. *like ghost's*
"if you're asking why i'm not leading a pmc, it's because I don't want to"
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"and i assume you agreed because of...orders?"
gaz squints, annoyed, "we can't all be leaders of a pmc"
the metal skull mask shook. *he's laughing* gaz notes.
"you got me there," he admits. corners of his eyes wrinkle with a hidden smile.
"so..."
he makes a gesture with
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get here"
"with the cover of night the warlord's forces have home court advantage"
gaz raises his head, intrigued by the observation.
"why'd you agree to the joint operation?"
the big man shrugs "an enemy of my enemy-"
"right. right"
mace smirks under his mask.
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tensed and ready to blow. but as soon as the call ends he sees the tension flow out in a deep sigh, letying his head fall back to stare at the ceiling
"you've got a staring problem you know that?" he says without looking at him
"mm"
"it's going to take them a while for them to
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the one thing holding him back lets him go.
when he learned of gaz, his motivations and his devotion to price, he sees an echo of something in his past that squeezes his heart.
mace observes the man sitting across him on the dirty floor, talking to his superior, *price*, jaw
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he focuses on his work on price's commands, his voice, his touch, letting the captain engulf him whole. his one constant, grounding presence. but mace was something different he realizes. he was his equal, a change in the routine a missed opportunity for adventure
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when mace left ghost finds himself glancing to his side where mace usually was. it was the first time he was partnered up with someone else after getting back into service after roba. mace was just work, there was nothing personal but if it were true why is he convincing himself?
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hc him as having a presence and personality similar to mbaku as well where he knows people are scared of him and theyre right to be but loves just playing into it, fucking with people
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ouggh this is so gorgeous 🥺💕💕