'To Whom The Bells Toll'

'To Whom The Bells Toll'

Warnings: mentions of warfare, angst, and a special supirse at the end MWAHAHAHAHHA

Enjoy~

Warmth.

That was all you craved. Wanted. And now, now here you where knee deep in swamp lands with goop containing the gods only know what. The smell was sulfur like and gritty, not like the smell of fresh dirt at all. It was putrid, puffy, thick, and strong. It was like a sickly sweet after smell, sticking to your lungs in their shallow breaths as they desperately squeezed any remnants of this damned air out of them and into the cold world with a puff of smoke billowing out of your body like a dragon.... your face was bitterly numb as your muscles ached... you've been sitting at this nest for what seemed forever.. your comms were silent and still as ever as you trickled against the cold air beneath your thick clothing and as small droplets dripped onto your Luke warm body.

"Fucking hell...."

Soaps voice called out behind you, he was your backup, left up here to help you out in case it was foreshadowed and needed that someone or a group had found your little nest and decided to get a dog fight between you two and them. Price had decided that it was safer leaving the Sargeant of his group up here with a commander than to risk both lines of command entirely. And you bit your teeth back as you scowled as the rain came down harder.

"Don't worry Soap, they'll be out soon, they gotta be."

"Fuckin better"

He mumbled, and then something shining caught your eye.. or well reflected off of your scopes' lenses. Stifling your muscles, you creened into your gun like you two where one...melded together even.

And then you saw a head..narrowing your eyes yoru nostrils flared in anticipation....not one of yours nor 141. You then lulled the trigger into a stiff pull and watched as the body fell.

"Soap, I give em... not even five more minutes until we scope closer in to see what the hell their doing down there."

"Your the boss."

Stifling a groan at the comment, you then shrugged some rain off your body, feeling it seep into your now darkened sky...the stream lights pouring into the area around it..that base... you then huffed and went to roll into a crouch to get yourself up and moving, until you heard the comm static....and then gun fire...and then a yell. Simon... loud bang..then nothing.

You then looked at Soap before you scrambled to your feet and stared ahead, and made your way down the mountain side...but before you two could even fathom touching the bottom a whistle spooked through the air...and then you ran pike hell as a grenade exploded behind your two now racing figures...hoping your dark clothing would seal you both into the darkness and rain as it snuck unto the cold night around it... and it did... the only thing you both heard as your own heartbeat and adrenaline pulsing into your veins.

The forest surrounded you now, both close and tight knit figures, as you spoke hushly into the comms.

"This is bravo 0-2 with bravo 0-7. What is going on down there?"

Nothing...pure static.

You motioned to Soap as you two crept closer and closer... and then you spoke hushly. "Your going to go through that side area that's open, see it?"

"Yeah.. but what about you?"

"I'll be going through the hatch up there,"

Cutting yourself up you pointed to the hatch near the roof area...where parked truck was just below it.

"I'll climb up that truck and make my way in. It'll be more heavier guarded than the area I'm sending you in. Soap.. be careful."

"Will do commander."

And with that and a simple fist bump and nods. You both went you separate ways... you trickled down the now muddle hill side as the ground below you swallowed your boots and the rain that piujddd down onto your now moving figure. Stinging your skin as you moved... until you then leaped and landed at the base of the mountain. And you took off running until you approached a covered area of the gate...and wire cutters gripped your hand as you snipped a whole into the fence... and weaved your way into base... before you hugged the walls and left the watch towers alone, not being in the mood to alering the entire base that there were intruders amongst its walls.

You then coddled the shadows like a babe until you saw the coast was clear to make a sprint for the truck..and you did. Climbing up its side with such urgency had your ears ringing with nervousness..

And then you hoisted yourself up the upside of the trucks bulging metal stomach and landed on its smooth silver roof. You then slowly slid on your stomach and scooted toward the opening, glad to have avoided the gaurds that were now perching your shadowed area without a fuss or an issued sound or incident.

You then slid toward the opened hutch of the grated window side and went in legs first, sliding you but in a scoot like manner as you held your breath before letting go of the truck behind you and descended in a sliding manner down the thick glass window and into darkness with a slight thump of your boots.

Fuck. You then looked around before whispering into your comms.

"I'm in Soap, any updates?"

Silence...than static....

"This is Soap, I'm in, I found 141, and some of Kortac, Your teams also in position out of the range awaiting to be back up to pick us up...but Königs not here..."

"Copy that....eyes peeled for Jolly green giant. Got ya. Get everyone else outta here... and remorse my words to my team, await my command on via comms to take off even if I'm not out. "

Prices voice shouted through the comms...pissed.

"But-"

"No buts. No use to risk three whole teams for two people. When I say go, they'll take off with your two and mine In tow."

"Roger"

Bitter and resentment of Haltering words broke out into the comms from Soap as Prices muffled mumbling baked into your mind through the comms.

"Fuck..."

Muttering to yourself, you then looked around in the greenish lit area, noticing how dull and sickly it looked, like a horror movie. You shifted quietly through the halls and then whipped around a corner to find a door at the end...and two rooms on each side with unopened doors. Shuddering your sniper rifle and puckering out your hand gun and blade you crept silently and turned into the two rooms farthest from the last three first...clear...and then the next...clear...before you stood in front of the door....and with a silent prayer you swung the door open to see a mangled looking and heavily breathing König his eyes wide on you like a frantic stallion.... and four men... three bullets left your gun... two down for good..one injured..and the other barreling you into the wall like a bull. And then your head cracked harshly against the wall, and your body felt numb, and your vision went blurry as you felt yourself get thrown into the desk occupying the area, your body skidding across it and it's holdings with a crash as you hit the floor dazed.... and you heard König shout...no...

Roar.. as your body staggered a moment before you whipped your hand around for your blade...fuck... you then saw a pencil...that'll do...

You then heard a click...and then a glint in your non blind side.. and then the pressure.

"One wrong move, and I'll muster your face to mangle into a more fucking ugly look."

- cherry wine is about domestic abuse. it’s now called a cute proposal song.

- too sweet is about seizing the day and ignoring healthy habits in favor of having more fun with unhealthy ones. he’s actively critical of himself in the song. it’s now called a song about thinking you’re superior for drinking black coffee.

- take me to church is about worship as a metaphor for sex. it’s called a religious song.

- eat your young is a song about war and political greed. it’s called a song about sex.

- now, the strongly political message of nobody’s soldier is being ignored in favor of calling it a metaphor for hozier’s relationship with his fans.

when are we going to stop simplifying hozier’s music down to cute little cottagecore bogman forest music? maybe you dont want to hear this but i don’t care. quit listening to hozier for the aesthetic. there’s a reason why empire now, foreigner’s god, butchered tongue, etc. songs with unignorable political messages are among his least popular songs.

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt9

Warnings: angst and some heated moment and some cursing.

Uhhh hayyyyy🙏 please forgive my quick absence and enjoy this chapter,

Enjoyyyyy

Your gaze locked onto Königs with such a vice grip that your breath had hitched to the point you head started to pound alongside your racing heart. Your chest cheering its way into a adrenaline spike, your hands gripped themselves together, clasped on the desk as you stared into the damned crocodilan eyes...

"König."

Your voice hard and swift, it showed that you were in no mood for games, and with the fact your shoulders shuddered as you held a hardened posture showed the exhaust that you were feeling. You were tired. And it showed. Painfully.

"Commander Y/n."

His eyes narrowed on your steeled stare, and that caused shudders to tremble down your spine, you where in now mood for his games nor the way he sauntered over to your desk in such a damned manner, he looked like a fucking crocodile about to lurch forward and tear your throat out. And so,you stood and held your ground. You were not going to let this man even try to console you in a taunting manner. You didn't need it. You didn't... right? Right.

With only the desk separating you both now. You then spoke again. Your voice stilling the air with such a harsh voice it almost surprised you.

Almost.

"What is it you want König? It's late and I have paperwork needed to be done."

He studied you, and in his eyes, you looked like a wolf about to snap its jaws at him. He audibly saw your hackles raise on the back of your neck and your face twitch into a slight snarl. He smirked. He was working you up, and he knew it, and enjoyed it.

"I want to see if you needed company hm? Given the fact that we both almost got our brains out I though it'd be... a grand idea to come and visit to see how my Maus was holding up? Can I not?"

You scowled before walking around the desk and shoving your finger into his chest as you spoke, your voice audibly getting louder.

"This is not a game to me. It is not funny..nor is it amusing to me on any occasion or shape or form. So either you fucking leave or...."

"Or?"

"Make it worth my fucking time König.

And with that, He was upon you, his hands holding you close to his body as his mask was yanked off by his own aggressive hands and then at your hips as you both pressed up against each other, your lips interlocked before breaking as you danced around him and slipped your hand on the doors lock and with a click.. you were upon him again, and the same as the last kiss, hungry. Greedy even..

He then gripped your hips and practically sided the paperwork with one hand into the floor, somehow still in their respected folders and general piles.. his teeth found themselves on your throat that lay bare for him as he nipped and prodded at the small whines that escaped your mouth before then grumbling into the crook of your neck before speaking in a hushed tone.

Sincerely. And afraid.

"I thought... I thought i would lose you....Y/n.."

The air finally dispelled any tension in the room, and the air finally snapped from blazing hot to a chilling cool.

"Oh...König..."

" I watched as your figure went across the desk and the gun in his hands went to your head...I thought he would.."

"König, I promise you now....and forever... you'll never see my brains blown or my body limp and cold-"

He hushed you as he pecked your face lightly, his body leaned against yours as broken hissed giggles crept through your body as he grumbled in a pleasant manner before speaking with his face leaned into your chest.

"Maus..don't speak about yourself like that...please.."

And with that you sighed contently before a hand gripped your upper leg area near you ass and lifted you with ease that startled you.

"Easy there, I'm just bringing us to my room maus.."

"Mmm..ok."

And within a door closing and fast-paced strides, you were back packing on his back as he practically ran through the halls, his chuckles driven small snickers from your body before he stopped and opened the door..and with that He let you drop and in you both went, dancing alongside his trampling feet as he rushed to kick off his boots as you shoved yours off and within a moment his hands where on your hips as he stood behind you, holding you against him before he hummed into the crook of your neck and slowly his hands trickled down your body causing you to shudder as he undid your belt and slowly pulled you pants down your hips...and then he allowed to kick off the rest, his hands then found themselves tugging off his own. Leaving you squirming.. and cold from the attentive lack of a layer of clothes and his warmth. With a tug his shirt off and on, and then he tugged was a loose-fitting pair of gray sweats. And then he let you grapple to the pair of sweats that will look like a onesie bottoms on you out of his hands. He then chuckled before snuggling you to the bed, and you complied and flopped backward onto the bed before he snuggled up to you, and with that, He slipped next to you and held you in his arms, near his chest...as his heart pounded alongside yours...like bells....

For oh to whomever the bells toll. You knew your tolled for him....and for whatever came for him after wards...

And with a small peck on your head you knew his did too...

For whom the bells toll, you both tolled for each other.

To everyone asking why you tag Palestine posts as feminism, let's talk about:

The 300% increase in miscarriages in Gaza

https://jezebel.com/miscarriages-in-gaza-have-increased-300-under-israeli-1851168680

Girls having to use tent scraps in place of period products

https://news.sky.com/story/women-and-girls-in-gaza-using-scraps-of-tent-material-in-place-of-period-products-13053083?dcmp=snt-sf-twitter

The NYT trying to frame female IOF playing murderers as girl power

https://www.nytimes.com/2024/01/19/world/middleeast/israel-gaza-women-soldiers.html

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Two of these articles are from today, the other is a couple days old.

Jezebel

Miscarriages in Gaza Have Increased 300% Under Israeli Bombing

Humanitarian agencies say women and menstruating people are also facing alarming rates of severe infections due to Israel's blockade of supp

Sky News

Women in Gaza having c-sections without painkillers as girls use tent scraps for period products

According to estimates from the UN's agency for Palestine, only one of the three water pipelines between Israel and Gaza is functional, and

nytimes.com

Israeli Women Fight on Front Line in Gaza, a First

After a long struggle for acceptance, Israel’s female combat soldiers are pushing new boundaries after rushing into battle on Oct. 7.

I cannot emphasize enough how we need to keep talking about why this IS a feminist issue in so many ways -and I appreciate this -thank you for sending me this. I have spoken about this a lot on my page, and whenever anyone asks me I link them to some of the posts I have made or make direct references to these issues and more. It's definitely the tip of the iceberg, absolutely. What is happening to Palestinian people -and disproportionately Palestinian women and children is beyond horrendous. I also have yet to hear anything from all the major organizations I emailed about the lack of period care in Gaza. It's deplorable.

Here are some of the posts I made previously on this, with links to organizations that people can connect with to demand better access to period care for those who need it in Gaza, and also one of the organizations supporting right now:

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UN Women | The United Nations Office at Geneva

I just emailed the United Nations Women's Office in Geneva, Amnesty International, Oxfam Canada, and Doctors Without Borders (MSF) about the

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Intersectional Praxis

It’s feels so insignificant to have this struggle but I’m getting my period soon and there’s no place to buy cotton/pads or the specific pai

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt 8.

Warnings: mentions of violence and cursing and angstttttt

This chapter was posted a bit later than I would have liked, but it was a fairly busy week. I apologize!

"One wrong move, and I'll muster your face to mangle into a more fucking ugly look."

You froze. Your heart beat jaggered a harsh pulse, jumping in the pits of your stomach as it fell short of shitting out of you at the mere moment. Your jaw locked as cold sweat shivered your spine with the feeling of the Gun harsh against the near rear side of your head. Your blind side.

Fuck.

You then felt an arm grasp you by the collar of your uniform and yank you to your knees and then yank to the point you had no choice but to un gracefully wobble to your feet, and there you stood, frozen and still like a spooked still deer. Your nostrils flared as you narrowed a side glare from your wide doe like eyes. You one-eyed pupil blew up from the adrenaline as well as fear. You could taste it on your lips. And you watering jaws.

"Now, where are the rest of your crew hm?"

Silence.

You could tell that the question was directed to you. You then heard the air whisp behind you as a loud thwack erupted from the back of your skull as your brain bounced like a pin ball in your skull.. with a shout, you lurched forward only to be pushed to your knees, a mere foot or two from the giant of a man who bristled at the seams.... as he watched you waver ever so slightly against the now ever dull pain that throbbed at the back of your skull from the whack you had just suffered from the butt of the gun that now reveled in a tight grip in this man's hand as be shotted in a forgein language as he waves the gun around until he pointed it at König, which obviously or evidently got a rise out of your now stiff and still body.

Silence...

"Where is the rest of you?"

You bit your tongue and bared your teeth crookedly like a beast would as you spoke.

"Their gone."

"But where?"

He then growled and backhanded König as the giant roared in German at the man. Silence now.. again... you felt the mere tension from Köniv as he obviously tempered himself into the urges of just killing the man before him...

And that man crept his way closer to you...the two dead both lay where they were...the injured groaning in pain as he slowly bled out, as his own teammate remained at the focused task of you two... and the gun returned to your head... and you saw from the corner of your good side... where the gun was held, that the man lowered himself to yourself height..your level as though to make himself seem more intimidating..scary to you... to emphasize the fact that he had the power and you did not right now.

"WHERE?!" A scream hoarded through this man's throat as his face reddened with either embarrassment or anger.. perhaps both as he then turned to König as König began to shout German again. And then man began to move, the gun now away from your head..and as soon as he leveled himself a meter two inches above your head, the gun swung to the opposite area of his arm as he got up... and you struck. The pendul in your hand sinking deep into the temples of the man repeatedly as screams cut through the air as two bullets braised your face, knicking it, and defeaning you as you leapt onto of the man and repeatedly stabbed...and deformed the man's face into nothing but chopped holes..until you were grabbed from behind and pulled off by an oh do familiar grasp.

König.

You whirled around with a snarl onto your face as it twisted with adrenaline until his hands held your face still, like a beating wing that was frantic for its other half.

His eyes gleamed as he attentived your face to his, steadying you.

You stilled and then huffed shakily.

"I'm fine. We need-"

You then tore yourself from his grip and whirled harshly before turning and twisting to the left and then the right, until you turned to face him again.

"We need to go..."

"Maus..."

"König...please..."

And with that, you both bolted like bats out of hell to the chopper revendous zone... and once the chopper had taken off...it was deafened silence....silence between the crews...and you and könig...

By the time you made it to the base and dispatched from Laswells office to your own...your door was slammed and your body was timid...

"Fuck..."

Muttering a whisper, you grumbled into your office chair, your hands covering your face as you exasperated a frustrating groan of yell.....

Then a knock....

Bitterly, you rubbed your nose bridge... before glaring at the door...

"Come in..."

And the knod twisted, and then the door opened... and then you held back a sucked breath as you stared at the figure in front of you, slammed the door shut.

They killed the olive trees. They killed the little children. They killed the unborn. They killed the father. They killed the mother. They killed the journalist. They killed the journalists entire family. They killed all the aunts and uncles. They killed the doctors. They killed the soul of his soul. They killed the groom. They killed the bride. They killed the cats. They killed the elderly people older than their apartheid state. They killed the thousands of memories painted on the walls. They killed 30,000+ Palestinians that we will never get back. [@/ missfalsteenia on X. 01/07/24.]