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Hello, sorrow

Because of you

I am who I am

A fate worse than death

Summary:Finding out why your call Death isn't as fun as hearing about it

Type:Scenario: 141 + Los Vaqueros X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

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They were told that you could get your hands dirty. There's been jokes, about how to never mess with you. The people that knew you well watched their tongue and was extra careful around you then anyone else. The people that knew you well weren't scared of Ghost. Price was worried the first time you met Ghost. No one that knew how you fought would spar against you. They should have token the warning. The shadow company knew you, Shepherd knew you, Price, Graves, Alejandro, Laswell, All the leaders you've met. They knew you. Yet, with all that knowledge, knowing why you were called death they still fucked around and found out. Not Price or Alejandro or Laswell. But Graves. You were called Death, and when you hunted someone down people would tell them "A fate worse than death, is heading your way". You were labed as death and it'd be unfortunate to find out way first hand, not just hearing about it, cause when you hear about it, it's not as scary. It'll give you an imagine or a slight unsettling feeling stuck in your stomach for quite some time. A day. A month. Possibly a few minutes, or hours. Or even just a few seconds. But it never stayed long enough to make you permanently scared of someone, or something. So when watching you stand there, still, quiet, angry. It makes you wonder, what are you about to do. When your as well known as you are why would you just stand there. Some people slowly backed away, like Price and Alejandro. Ghost, Gaz, and Soap watched from their sniper positions. Rudy followed Alejandro, staying close behind. Laswall was trying to get insight of what's happening from Price. Graves was no where to be seen. But infront of you was a shadow company, holding his gun to your head, pressing to your head actually. You could see his shaking hands and all he could see were two eyes, that would probably be glowing red if they could. Your eyes said everything for you. You weren't happy, especially with a gun to your head. The shadow knew that he had a chance to run, to be safe away from you. But he didn't take the chance. He left it for his teammates who were long killed, him having no knowledge of that of course. Ghost had his scope on the man's head ready to shoot if needed, Gaz was watching a little closer with his sniper rifle same with Soap. Price didn't know exactly what was about to happen but he knew it wasn't gonna be pretty.

"Shoot him soldier!"

The shadow company soldiers shoulder radio went off, it was commander Phillip Graves. Who currently was watching from another place. No where near where the soldier was.

"You have the shot, Take it!"

Graves yelled again that's when the shadow made a grave mistake(get it?) He let go of his gun with one of his hands to respond to his commander. You seen the flick of regret in his eyes as you grabbed his gun, that was now only held by his weaker hand, and yanked it away from him. Instead of shooting him, you smashed the gun as hard as possible in the cheek bone, completely shattering the said bone. He fell back abit grabbing his face, you took that opportunity to smash the gun down on the top of his head, causing the gun to slightly crash his skull, but not enough to damage him to bad. But you didn't stop there. If you did he could have recovered with minor injuries. But no. You continued to smash the gun against his head until he fell all the way to the ground. Now standing over him breathing heavily you gripped the gun and looked at his thigns. Most people would have just killed him, but you? Your like a sloth bear, you inflict the most damage possible instead of killing. You smirked devilishly before repeatedly bashing his thign bone in, his femur bone the most painful bone in your body to break, also one of the strongest. You beat his leg with the butt of his gun watching as it slowly tore itself apart, his bone breaking more and more with every hit, his blood hitting your clothes, skin, shoes, gun, everything. Price covered his mouth horrified at the sight of blood, even though he's been in the military since he was sixteen he's never seen something like this. Alejandro couldn't look away, he didn't want to but it was hard to look away, and Rudy he stood there, gun at his feet, wide eyed as he thought stared. The snipers on the other hand couldn't see what was happening very well. The shadows screams echoed every second across the trees and large rocks surrounding him. You sudden stopped beating one of his legs but kept the gun digged inside of the area where a bone use to be, you looked in the man's eyes and smiled before moving to the other leg. If he survived, he wouldn't live much longer. You repeated the same process to his other leg this time a bit slower, just so he could feel it more. The shadow could feel his bone caving in on the bottom of his thign, he couldn't feel his other leg but he could feel the cold air hitting the inside of both of his thigns. Feeling the butt of the gun repeatedly hit his thign felt way worse than he could even imagine, his leg was turning to mush as you beat it with the steel gun. If you looked at his thigns with any light you'd see the way his muscle, nerves, veins even have caved in, you could see the way his bone broke and shattered due to direct contact. His muscles just looked like raw, boneless, chicken. A slightly brighter pink, covered in dark red blood causing you to not be able to see the pink muscle. The nerves sticking to muscle and bone as it was beaten done and destroyed by you, his viens also latching on to muscle and bone, just thicker and more noticeable than the white thin nerves. You can't see how all the muscles connected due to it being red gooey muse now. The man was only alive due to the adrenaline and pain running through his body. You backed away a bit and dropped the gun, looking at your work you turned your head to look at the three behind you. Price was horrified, slightly shaking, his hand covered his month as a instant reaction. He was like a deer in headlights. Alejandro had to turn around and throw up a couple time due to the bloody sighting. So he was hunched around a pile of puke turning his best to not turn around or puke again. Rudy had snapped out of it due to Alejandro puking. He had to stay strong for Alejandro.

"P...Please"

You turned your head back to look at the man.

"P..please j...just let me-me go..."

You leaned down and grabbed his hair pulling him up to look at you. Tilting your head you looked the shadow dead in the eyes with a look that could scare the devil. And smirked

"And how would you do that? Mm?"

The man only whined in pain as you dropped him. Chuckling you pressed your foot to the shadows head.

"Aww it was fun, but now it's your turn to sleep tight"

You then lifted your foot, bringing it down at a fast paste, the man moved as fast as he could. Grabbing a throwing knife and jabbing it into the sole of your shoe and foot, you let out a scream and you slightly jumped away from the man, causing him to flip himself around and drag himself. Not caring that the grass, the dirt, and small insects along with bacteria was getting into his busted thigns, getting on his blood, beaten muscles. He was basically rubbing the, still intact, muscles and fibers into the disgusting earth below him. Causing infections and sickness to weld up in his opened legs. He thought he was getting far with slowly dragging himself away, but he didn't know or see you yank the knife out of the bottom of your foot. Throwing the knife into the man's shoulder you grabbed his other shoulder and flipped him back over. Now he could see your face clearly. It was covered in blood, his blood, dripping as the droplets of blood connected, making a small stream of blood to run down your neck and torso, speaking of torso, your shirt and vest were covered, soaked in the man's blood, the bombs, the gun, throwing knife, taser, everything had blood on it. But your expression was pissed, it had a permanent glare, a snarl mixed with panting. He could see your spit that was on your teeth causing a string of saliva to slowly fall from the two teeth. The man looked at your eyes, filled with bloodlust and rage, your eyes had red in them from popped blood vessels. You let go of the man's shoulder and stepped on his shoulder and pushed it down onto the knife until you couldn't press down anymore. The entire blade was sticking out, as his shoulder was slightly being torn apart, the handle of the knife was the only part in the man. He was to stunned by the pain in his shoulder to notice your foot come down, this time a knife didn't stab your foot. You stomped and stomped and stomped on the man's head even after his head collapsed on itself. You didn't stop crashing the man's head in until you felt as though you were done. His skull was crashed, his eyes popped and brain caved in, his teeth fell at the back of his throat as it got smashed into the earth below. You crashed his head like a balloon, it popped and blood went everywhere, the surrounding around was covered in blood, in beaten organs, and hungry insects. When you finally stepped away from the body you limped over to the others not daring to look back at the mess you've made. As the bugs start to eat the man enjoying the fresh and large meal, the others couldn't look you in the eye.

"Shall we get going then?"

You asked with a slight smile as you patted Price's shoulder and Alejandro's back you continued on. You four met up with the snipers who were confused. They couldn't see what was happening since the trees and the other three were covering it, Ghost could kinda see what happened since he was higher up then the other two but still didn't really know. So seeing your cover head to toe in someone else blood, a shaky and wide eyed Price, Alejandro covered in his own puked and Rudy holding Alejandro up, being his own source of strength currently. They were confused, very confused.

"Oh my, what happened?!"

Gaz was very worried and alittle scared, hes never seen his Captain so scared before. Soap could only stare at the people who he thought could never be scared. And Ghost was quiet, he knew you did something, not necessarily to them but infront of them, he knew it was because of you.

"Don't worry about it, we all got a helicopter to catch don't we?"

You said with a slight laugh before limping past them to the helicopter lending zone. The snipers were left confused but either way everyone got to the helicopter on time and went back to the base. Meanwhile Graves was staring at a black screen stunned, quite, as white as a ghost. He couldn't believe what he just seen. No, he refused to believe what he seen. It was from that point on no one who was a witness to what you did could look at you without removing that day, you had scared the Captian shitless and was seen as, The fate worse than death.

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[A/n:If I'm being honest it's not as gruesome as I wanted. I hoped you enjoyed]

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Aaaa hello!! I absolutely love your works! I've been fighting my demons to send an ask for awhile now :')

But anyways, can i request for TF 141, Alejandro, and Rodolfo reacting to reader's chaotic and outgoing personality cracking? Like they're talking like usual but once they look away they see reader's expression go from happy to neutral for a second? Yeah this was way better in my head. I'm so sorry if this doesn't make sense, english isn't my first language

Btw, don't forget to take breaks every now and then! I hope you have an amazing day/night! :D

[A/n:This is me, like seriously I do this sometimes. Gotta keep the act up ya know? Thank you for requesting]

Summary:You see your personality mask break for a second

Type:Hcs:Gaz X M!Reader: Alejandro X M!Reader: Rodolfo X M!Reader: Soap X M!Reader

Version:Mw2

Gaz

When he seen it he stopped talking and just stared at you shocked

Like did he do something wrong?

And you just went back to normal in less than a second

He'd probably stutter abit when he started talking again

Cause that, that's was scary

Rodolfo

He would freak out abit in the inside, might mess up his sentence abit

He might ask you about it, depending on when you mask broke

If it broke when you to were talking, he's not gonna ask

He'd be more worried if your mad or not

And if you two weren't talking he'd ask

Alejandro

He'd smirk, because he found it kinda hot

Like seriously, he would probably ask you to do it again, randomly

And he wouldn't get it out of his head

Then the wave of panic debating whether or not you were mad at him

He'd come to the conclusion you weren't

Soap

He would think it's hot, him and Alejandro would

He'd tell Ghost about it, which is the reason why he would end up thinking your mad at him

Ghost told him you were

So he would ask, and when you said you weren't he'd go yell at Ghost

But he definitely pays more attention

[A/n:Ya know guys I'm on a role with all these requests 😎. I hope you enjoyed]

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Self aware tsum tsum Wesker blurb idea from a friend :D

You just got your new little bean guy, and you’re so excited to have him. He fits in your hands and on top of your head, in your hoodie, in your shirt, in your pockets. Anywhere he fits, he sits. Work or study, he’s with you.

However you were not expecting a very loud response when you left in another room to grab something. It had you running back into the room wondering what made such a noise. Low and behold, it was the tiny Wesker plushie you now had. He seemed angry, although he did always look angry.

You blinked as he turned his little body to you. He wobbled side to side to walk, and it was so cute to see his already chubby cheeks puff up in anger.

You bent over to look at him better as he waddled over to you, nearing the edge of the desk you left him on.

“You left me here!” A very indignant tone called from the tiny plushie.

Blinking at him, you wondered if you really just heard your plushie talk to you. He huffed again as you stared down at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t just stare at me! Pick me up!” He demanded, almost childishly. You did as told and held him in your hands once more.

“Now don’t leave without me again.” He huffed, getting comfortable in your hands, like a small rabbit. Wobbling side to side to face the other way to see where you two will be going next.