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Dream Headshot art + Mini Story!!

Sliiiide.

    Scraaaaape.

    Sliiiiiiiiiide.

    You tremble behind the decrepit, old wooden table, that you know won't hold for long. When was this backup getting here?! You had taken a mission outside the City, to clear out a small village. The company was planning to rebuild the village, and set it up for orphaned children, so they had their own little rooms. You thought the idea was sweet and adorable, so you volunteered to help. Your entire crew was to kill the monsters roaming round, and get ready for the construction teams. The plan failed, however, when your crew was jumped by the Monsters, and now you were finding pieces of them... Well... Everywhere. So, you snuck into the nearest house to hide, but the thing was persistent, and followed you.

    You carefully step towards an open pantry, watching the Monster behind you shuffle around, with it's head swiveling back and forth on a rotted, spindly neck. You hold in a whimper and step closer to the closet, but you freeze as soon as you do.

    CRRREEEEAK-

    Damn it. Damn it all.

    You straighten, summoning your sword. The Monsters head sickly snaps on your direction with a loud popping noise.

    Ugh, disgusting.

    You did the one thing that was truly stupid, yet incredibly brave. You leap onto the table, brandishing your sword at the Monster, and slicing at it. It screeches and raises a claw, swiping down. You jump in time, and watch as the table gets destroyed below you, the monster was in a perfect position. Grabbing onto the chandelier that you had seen above the table beforehand, you slice it free and yell a battle cry as metal and your sword smash into it's skull. You grimace as the skull barely imitates the sound of bone cracking, and instead made an unfortunate sucking noise. You wrinkle your nose as you tug your weapon free, and look down. Your armor had thankfully saved you from being to hurt by the metal chandelier, and you wonder how the hell it had stayed in the rotted ceiling this entire time anyway. You didn't have time to ponder when you hear a loud gunshot, followed by two, three more.

    Backup!

    You breathe in relief and dart out the door of the house, when you get smashed to the ground by something powerful. A hand around your throat pinned you to the ground, and you grab at it, gasping for air. You feel cool metal against your temple. You manage to growl out,

    "Not... In-infected..!"

    The hand lessons it's grip and pulls away, and you sit up quickly, gasping for air. You blink up at the man before you, and immediately scramble to your feet and salute him with your left hand.

    "C-commander Dream, sir!"

    The (literally) flaming pheonix eyes you, and raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitch.

    "Glad to see your safe, cadet, and not infected, but that's the wrong hand for a salute."

    You flush red and quickly correct yourself.

    "S-sorry, Commander."

    Dream huffs softly, running a hand through his hair.

    "Don't worry about it, kid, and you don't need to be so formal. Especially out in the battlefield."

    You look around to find multiple monsters scattered about, oozing black blood from the holes in their heads and chest.

    " Is this..."

    "All of them? Yes."

    You relax, and peer up at the much taller Commander.

    "Did you come alone, sir- I-I mean, Dream..?"

    He nods, "I came as soon as I heard what the plans were. Look, I know this was something that was supposed to be done for good, but this place is full of scent markers from the Poachers. From the smell of it, marked a few hours before your team and you had arrived."

    Your stomach drops.

    "This was a trap. They knew what we were doing! How-"

    Dream waves a hand at you.

    " Don't. Do not tell anyone I indulged this information to you, either, but you're a smart kid, you'll figure it out."

    Your voice softens, " How would you know I won't babble..? "

    "I don't. "

    His sharp answer made you peer up at his face again, and you suddenly feel very small at the sharp scowl on his face.

    "If you do, I'll make sure those were your last words."

    You fidget, and nod. His scowl softens and he turns away.

    "Let's get you home. There's not much left of your team to take along, but if you wish to mourn them, I'll keep watch for more monsters."

    You look down at the ground. You knew a couple of these cadets from school, and you feel the tears welling in your eyes. Suddenly, you feel warmth coat you, and look up to see a fiery colored wing wrapped around you. Dream peers down at you with a look of understanding, and anger, you understood in return.

    You managed to return home the next day, thanks to Dream. Collapsing into your bed, you already planned your speech out for your team's funerals, but you had one more thing on your mind, and you couldn't even question it to anyone. Anger coursed through you at what Dream had told you about the Poachers. There was only one conclusion to that little issue.

    There's a mole in the Hunters Association.

Cup O' Coffee

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Hi lovelies! This is a soap×ghost×roach× reader fluff mini story. I know Captain Mactavish would probably make more sense in the context of these characters specifically- but truthfully I'm more familiar with our seargent Johnny boy from MWll so I went along with that personality instead. Thank you to @codsimp4life for the idea!!

Content Warning: swearing, mentions of drinking, immature behavior, reader is very sarcastic/enjoys teasing soap and ghost for being so close. Roach uses sign language to communicate, and reader is hard of hearing! Reader wears hearing aids, but also can communicate in and understand sign language (think that's it)

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"Watch your mouth, johnny"

Simon's large hand gripped the back of Johnny's neck, pushing him through the front door of the small little coffee shop while Johnny whined and grumbled something that sounded like 'yer always so demanding, L.T.' under his breath.

You trail behind the two brutes, arm intertwined with roach's arm. You all were part of the same task force and had an unbreakable bond.While you had a love for both the brooding lieutenant and the chipper scott always two steps behind him, roach was always your other half. Roach was good company,and often a nice break from the chaos that seems to follow every room Johnny walks into (must be why he's so good at demolition) or the old man grunts of acknowledgement you got from ghost when talking to him.

All four of you walk up to the counter, a sweet barista with a warm smile greeting the group of misfits that just entered. You glance over in time to see that familiar cheeky grin forming on Johnny's face and an exasperated sigh falls from your lips- already knowing exactly what was on his mind.

You and Roach sign complaints back and forth while Johnny attempts (key word: attempts) to flirt with the barista for a few minutes until your patience wears thin, signaling for ghost to step up and order instead while you turn your attention to Johnny.

You give Johnny a pointed look before wrapping a hand around his bicep, grumbling in his ear as you lead him away from the counter (this poor barista)

"Johnny, how about we try and practice not flirting with every woman within a 15 mile radius, yeah?"

Johnny allows himself to be lead over to an empty table, lips turning down into a pout as he shakes his head.

"I dnnae what yer talking about, lass. Hardly ever flirt with the pretty birds 'round here"

You hum alittle in agreement, one hand pushing his shoulder down to force his body into a seat. You sigh and slump into the seat across from Johnny, roach settling into the seat next to you.

"Probably because you're too busy flirting with the lieutenant, Johnny. You're already halfway up his ass at this point-"

Johnny is quick to flick your arm in rebuttal at the implication and Simon simply leans closer in his seat once he returns with everyone's orders, arm brushing against Johnny's as he looks into your eyes.

"Your poor mum, hope you don't kiss her with that mouth o' yours"

You scoff slightly before shaking your head in amusement- shooting Simon a sickly sweet smile before taking a sip of your coffee.

"Nah, only mum that I kiss with my mouth is Johnny's"

Your cheeky comment earns a small rumble from Simon's chest in amusement, and Johnny shoots you a quick glare- one that only gets more aggravated when he sees roach miming a..."childish" gesture with his fingers slipping into a hole he makes with his other hand.

"You two cut yer horseshite, that's my mam you're talking 'bout"

Roach simply shrugs and signs a quick 'I didn't say a word' which promptly results in groans from all around the table. You roll your eyes at Roach but passively allow him to take your coffee from your hand and take a sip for himself.

"Do you always have to make that joke? it's getting old-"

Roach decides signing was too much work when a simple gesture would get his point across far easier- and promptly flips you the bird with his free hand while sipping on your coffee. You flick the side of his head when you see how quickly he was draining your fresh cup of coffee and duck when he tries to tug at your hearing aids. (dirty move roach, dirty move)

"You already drank half of my coffee, don't drink the rest-"

Simon watches the whole interaction with a raised brow under his mask, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair- the usual condescending tone falling from his lips again.

"Settle down, settle down. You two bicker worse than a married couple, need to learn how to have fun"

His comment results in a temporary truce between you and roach, both of you turning to exchange a look. You reach over and sip Simon's coffee instead before recoiling away at the bitter taste and sliding it back over to him.

"Because you of all people know how to have fun, lieutenant?"

Simon simply stares you down in response, looking you up and down slowly before responding in a defensive gruff.

"I know how to have fun."

You raise a brow at his response, sharing a look with the other two sergeants at the table with you. All of you were well aware of the fact it took Johnny two hours of pleading and whining before Simon finally agreed to come out with you all today for coffee, grumbling about how he would go if it would get Johnny to stop begging at his feet like a dog.

"Lieutenant, your definition of fun is filling out a crossword puzzle in the newspaper over a morning cup of tea. You don't know how to have fun, and that's okay. Acceptance is the last step-"

Your arm moves with the shaking from roach's silent laughter jostling his body at your comment, while Simon is far less amused. You meet his glare with a cheeky grin of your own and Johnny perks up when he gets an idea on how to enjoy the day off with you three.

"how 'bout we go out tonight to the pub? Drinks on me?"

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that's it lovelies! I hope you all enjoy ♡ should I make a part 2 to this? Maybe with them out getting drinks, or just how they interact together during missions?