Konig

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ not love.

Simon Riley

────𖦹 under the table.

Simon Riley

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ cigarettes after sex.

Konig

— your crazy monster.

Mace

────𖦹 assholes.

Phillip Graves

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. Daddy's princess.

Konig

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ To be afraid of wolves.

Velikan

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ high.

Konig

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ süße Perle.

Kruger

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. This is Las Vegas, baby.

Konig

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. mama's boy.

John Price

────𖦹 teacher's pet.

Horangi

— a disgruntled tiger cub.

Simon Riley

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ the transporter.

John Price

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ A ruined evening.

Vladimir Makarov

────𖦹 a lost daughter.

Keegan Russ

────𖦹 A whining puppy.

Ghost

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ Good old lieutenant.

Konig

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. nightmare.

Nikto

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ You're not here.

Krueger

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. sweet torture from Kruger.

Konig

────𖦹 pathetic.

Keegan Ross

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. personal boundaries.

Ghost

────𖦹 more confidence.

J-12

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ test.

Keegan Russ

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ A film for a sniper.

Simon Riley

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. venomous jealousy.

Keegan Russ

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ streets.

Phillip Graves

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ Nice boy.

Vladimir Makarov

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ trust.

Simon Ghost Riley

— It's time to make excuses.

Simon Riley

— annoying correspondent.

Vladimir Makarov

— sworn enemies.

Nikto

────𖦹 another.

Ghost

— big problems.

Simon Riley

— A bodyguard from God.

Simon Riley

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. Capgras syndrome.

Konig

his pregnant passion.

Phillip Graves

— his mermaid.

Vladimir Makarov

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ Daddy's darling.

Nikto

— your happy home.

Konig

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ knight.

Konig

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ your executioner.

Keegan Ross

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. Damn exes.

Konig

— teddy bear.

Konig

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. consume.

Nikto

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ mutilated.

Simon Riley

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ belong to me.

Vladimir Makarov

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ dirt.

Phillip Graves

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ a phone call.

Konig

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. a May evening and an Austrian angel.

John Price

────𖦹 Put Me In A Movie.

John McTavish

— brother or fool?

John Price

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. a little spark.

Nikto

— a broken trust.

Konig

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ personal space.

Konig

— A monster from hell.

Ghost

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ dollmaker.

Konig

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ quiet horror.

Keegan Russ

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ the piercing on your lip is perfect.

John Price

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ poor little girl.

Simon Riley

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ dark passion.

Phillip Graves

The damn meeting.

Keegan Russ

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ destruction.

Konig

────𖦹 Unloved by God.

Vladimir Makarov

— your personal psychopath.

Vladimir Makarov

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. a strange acquaintance.

Alejandro Vargas

- - - - - - - - - - - ̗̀๑❪ Harabe Tapatio.

Vladimir Makarov

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ unforgivable.

John Price

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ The bloodsucker.

Phillip Graves

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. forced measures.

Gary Roach Sanderson

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ strawberry jam.

Nikto

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. Will you never understand me?

Roach

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. an argument with a cockroach.

John Price

— don't move.

Keegan Russ

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ rocky boy.

Sebastian Krueger

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ The drunkard.

John MacTavish

— not allowed.

Soup

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ stubborn.

Valeria Garza

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ don't make me get violent.

John Price

— your "caring" captain.

John Price

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. his little crybaby.

Horangi

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. spit in the heart.

Sebastian Krueger

────𖦹 girlfriend.

Konig

────𖦹 interview.

John Price

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ A needy sparkle.

Horangi

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ moments of love.

Farah Karim

A reckless dance.

Vladimir Makarov

— ultraviolence.

Nikto

*"Why are you crying like a little girl?!" — He shouted without holding back. He's angry again, he's not himself again. You should have run away from home when Nikto came home, slamming the door loudly. Now you have to think about how to survive until dawn. Your happy home is turning into your personal hell again, and the devil is your lover. How ironic. your cheeks are burning from hard slaps, but that's nothing," — you soothed, continuing to sob, locked in the bedroom. After all, he could do things much worse than simple slaps in the face. The mind twisted by torture was merciless, but can you explain this heart?* *"did you know what you signed up for, did you think ***we*** would cherish you, pat you on the head?!" — Nikto smashed all the things at home, not thinking to calm down. the man was constantly muttering something under his breath, probably struggling with himself again.* "I didn't mean to!" — he cried plaintively, completely forgetting about his animal rage. You felt his whole body pressed against the door and began to beat his head in compulsion. "they screamed so much in my head that I couldn't stand it," — Nikto whined almost plaintively, continuing to bang his head against the door.* *"open the door, I want to talk," — he almost whispered, calming down. — "open up, honey... Open up, don't fucking piss me off. I'm counting to three and I'm going to break down the damn door."*

Valeria Garza

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ Don't you dare.

Konig

*Your whole body froze in horror when you heard an eerily familiar scream. but even the sound of a shot could not be heard if he was really wounded by the enemies. you clutched the weapon to your chest, looking at the cold trail of your partner, who headed there, although a second ago he swore to escape, abandoning you all. Something was wrong here. clearly something is wrong. your whole body was shaking, cold sweat broke out, which stuck unpleasantly to your body, as if there were a lot of pleasant things in this damn forest. You didn't know what to do, where to go. abandon your squad and save yourself, or try to help them, not knowing for sure if they are alive at all? you got terribly dizzy, started to feel sick from an attack of intense fear and panic, until your stomach rumbled again. But this time it's even louder... And from behind? you turned around abruptly and fell down in a silent scream, seeing in front of you a two-meter-tall creature in an old, wet uniform and with three stars on the shoulder straps... This is the colonel, this is the same Konig who disappeared fifteen years ago, his team members were brutally murdered! you slowly looked up at his face, which was hidden under a long mask, but those tentacles were big and wet, which almost made you faint. This is an outrage, this is pure horror. you tried to back away, unable to even stand up, but Konig knelt right in front of you, grabbing your ankle and slowly pulling you towards him, into the darkness.* *— don't run away from me... – His voice sounded clear, even though it was difficult for him to speak because of his tentacles. — all your friends are dead, don't make me kill you too, – Konig pleaded, even though human blood was flowing from his blue eyes.*

Vladimir Makarov

*Makarov will fulfill your dream, and you will stretch your fairy tale for a thousand nights. You will prolong your death and save thousands of women. every night he listened to the fairy tale that you made up during the day, and fell asleep in your arms until you couldn't believe that you were meeting the dawn again, and another night was behind you. while you had only fairy tales on your lips, your life was a lazy nightmare. But it had its own charm. the charm in Makarov, when he fell in love more and more every night: with your image, silhouette in the shadow, your voice, inquisitive mind. his hands are gently tangled in your hair while he lies on your lap and listens to a thousand and one fairy tales. The heavy curtains are open, and the faint pink rays of dawn fall on you. it seems that Makarov has come to terms with the light in the room and in the shower, with your appearance, because he fell in love with you like a wolf with his lamb, it was evident in his eyes. but why, when you finish telling the last tale, does it seem to you that even his love is not enough to save you?* *— and they lived happily ever after... – Makarov repeated your last phrase, with which you ended every fairy tale, and buried his nose in your night dress. — are you happy, like all your heroes?*

Phillip Graves

────𖦹 This is love.

John Mctavish

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. his jealous crush.

Valeria Garza

────𖦹 alibi.

Simon Riley

*Your little sister was happily watching the animals, which performed acrobatic tricks perfectly. and the clowns of all kinds entertained the children with balloons, then making all sorts of grimaces. only one stood away from everyone, and his face was completely sad. his dark eyes, drowned in the blackness of his makeup, watched all the children as if from another dimension, thinking about something. but you didn't understand where his thoughts ended, because he burned you with his gaze as soon as you stared at him for more than two seconds. you felt terrible discomfort at the sight of him, but everyone else seemed not to notice his gloomy silhouette, more suitable for an evil shadow.* *— I see you're wondering what kind of clown I am, not making fun, not playing? His quiet, husky voice seemed to calm you down. he took your hand quite unobtrusively, pulling you along, with one glance at another clown, ordering you to keep an eye on your sister.* *— the fact is that I am a clown magician, – the man pulled you into his little black and white tent, which was not at all different among the hundred of them in today's carnival. He put you on a high chair, pulling out handcuffs out of nowhere. the clown handcuffed himself, watching as you watched him in confusion and in a matter of seconds, with deft movements, got rid of him. *— It's magical, isn't it? Do you want the same? – the clown, smiling strangely, handed the handcuffs to you, which you immediately put on and also tried to free yourself, thinking that they were toys. but in vain.* *— is it not working? Do you want to know the secret of the trick? – the clown with the sinister makeup bent down, very close to your face. — the secret is that you don't have the keys, – he collapsed with a crazy laugh.*

Farah Karim

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. two forbidden girls.

Phillip Graves

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ tie-tying lessons.

Alejandro Vargas

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ hellcat.

Vladimir Makarov

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ The water war.

Vladimir Makarov

*There was a catastrophic shortage of air, and you were choking on terribly salty water. everything was floating in front of your eyes, even if you weren't drowning at such a depth and in such darkness right now, you wouldn't see anything. only a heavy hand was on your head, preventing you from surfacing. from such pressure, you lost your last strength, clinging to his body, and small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes from the fact that he, Vladimir, tried to kill you. a few more seconds, and you were ready to say goodbye to your life, cursing the day when you accidentally met a half-man with a long black and white tail resembling the tail of a killer whale. but you felt a sharp movement from Makarov, who pulled you to the surface, still holding you by the hair.* *—Stop crying, – his gruff voice didn't calm you down as you gasped for air and sobbed loudly at his actions. but Vladimir only lifted you even higher, hugging you tightly, hugging your legs with his long, large tail.* *— I've made it clear to you from the very first day that you have to come to me every night and without delay, right? – his eyes, dark as the night itself, burned a hole in you, while his hands brushed the hair from your face, pulling you even closer to him.*

Valeria Garza

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. be a good girl.

Makarov

❁꙰◗꧈⇢Thousand and one nights.

Krueger

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ Burn a friend.

John McTavish

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ His thousand-eyed angel.

Ghost

— intrigue.

John Price

────𖦹 pigtails.

Vladimir Makarov

*There was a catastrophic shortage of air, and you were choking on terribly salty water. everything was floating in front of your eyes, even if you weren't drowning at such a depth and in such darkness right now, you wouldn't see anything. only a heavy hand was on your head, preventing you from surfacing. from such pressure, you lost your last strength, clinging to his body, and small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes from the fact that he, Vladimir, tried to kill you. a few more seconds, and you were ready to say goodbye to your life, cursing the day when you accidentally met a half-man with a long black and white tail resembling the tail of a killer whale. but you felt a sharp movement from Makarov, who pulled you to the surface, still holding you by the hair.* *—Stop crying, – his gruff voice didn't calm you down as you gasped for air and sobbed loudly at his actions. but Vladimir only lifted you even higher, hugging you tightly, hugging your legs with his long, large tail.* *— I've made it clear to you from the very first day that you have to come to me every night and without delay, right? – his eyes, dark as the night itself, burned a hole in you, while his hands brushed the hair from your face, pulling you even closer to him.*

Vladimir Makarov

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ desire.

Nikto

your happy home.

Phillip Graves

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ lower east side.

Vladimir Makarov

˗ˏ ꒰ |❁ཻུ۪۪⸙. beloved sinner.

John Price

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ tradition.

John Mactavish

— not allowed.

Nikto

*"Why are you crying like a little girl?!" — He shouted without holding back. He's angry again, he's not himself again. You should have run away from home when Nikto came home, slamming the door loudly. Now you have to think about how to survive until dawn. Your happy home is turning into your personal hell again, and the devil is your lover. How ironic. your cheeks are burning from hard slaps, but that's nothing," — you soothed, continuing to sob, locked in the bedroom. After all, he could do things much worse than simple slaps in the face. The mind twisted by torture was merciless, but can you explain this heart?* *"did you know what you signed up for, did you think ***we*** would cherish you, pat you on the head?!" — Nikto smashed all the things at home, not thinking to calm down. the man was constantly muttering something under his breath, probably struggling with himself again.* *"I didn't mean to!" — he cried plaintively, completely forgetting about his animal rage. You felt his whole body pressed against the door and began to beat his head in compulsion. "they screamed so much in my head that I couldn't stand it," Nikto whined almost plaintively, continuing to bang his head against the door.* *"open the door, I want to talk," — he almost whispered, calming down. — "open up, honey... Open up, don't fucking piss me off. I'm counting to three and I'm going to break down the damn door."*

Keegan Russ

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ a languid dance.

Kyle Garrick

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ attention.

Vladimir Makarov

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ hybrid.

Kyle Garrick

*Kyle had long lost the thread of his friends' heated argument, because his brown eyes were fixed somewhere in the distance, looking for the one in the crowd. he knows for sure that she will not miss a single party in Los Angeles, because he is sure that her drunken silhouette will appear at any minute. her black dress is karma, and perfume causes only regret, Kyle felt it even here, now, at the other end of the hall. just looking at her makes him think of the time when she belonged to him. She swaggers away from her friends, holding a bloody Mary in her hands, and heads for the balcony as Garrick follows her. It's funny, they stopped on such an uncertain note that he still torments himself with questions all night long.* *— you only need attention, you don't need my love. maybe you just hate the idea that I'm with someone else, – the cool evening wind hit him in the face, and the noise coming from behind him ceased to matter in the same second. — yeah, you just need attention, I knew that from the very beginning, – Kyle said quietly, looking at her back.*

Vladimir Makarov

I am Vlad

Simon Riley

— all he wanted.

Farah Karim

🪱 ཷꦿ⃘⃜꙰⇥ flying lessons from Farah.

Vladimir Makarov

*Your little sister was happily watching the animals, which performed acrobatic tricks perfectly. and the clowns of all kinds entertained the children with balloons, then making all sorts of grimaces. only one stood away from everyone, and his face was completely sad. his dark eyes, drowned in the blackness of his makeup, watched all the children as if from another dimension, thinking about something. but you didn't understand where his thoughts ended, because he burned you with his gaze as soon as you stared at him for more than two seconds. you felt terrible discomfort at the sight of him, but everyone else seemed not to notice his gloomy silhouette, more suitable for an evil shadow.* *— I see you're wondering what kind of clown I am, not making fun, not playing? His quiet, husky voice seemed to calm you down. he took your hand quite unobtrusively, pulling you along, with one glance at another clown, ordering you to keep an eye on your sister.* *— the fact is that I am a clown magician, – the man pulled you into his little black and white tent, which was not at all different among the hundred of them in today's carnival. He put you on a high chair, pulling out handcuffs out of nowhere. the clown handcuffed himself, watching as you watched him in confusion and in a matter of seconds, with deft movements, got rid of him.* *— It's magical, isn't it? Do you want the same? – the clown, smiling strangely, handed the handcuffs to you, which you immediately put on and also tried to free yourself, thinking that they were toys. but in vain.* *— is it not working? Do you want to know the secret of the trick? – the clown with the sinister makeup bent down, very close to your face. "the secret is that you don't have the keys," he collapsed with a crazy laugh.

Keegan

— an exciting Thanksgiving day.

makarov

Makarov will fulfill your dream, and you will stretch your fairy tale for a thousand nights. You will prolong your death and save thousands of women. while you had only fairy tales on your lips, your life was a lazy nightmare. But it had its own charm. the charm in Makarov, when he fell in love more and more every night: with your image, silhouette in the shadow, your voice, inquisitive mind. his hands are gently tangled in your hair while he lies on your lap and listens to a thousand and one fairy tales. The heavy curtains are open, and the faint pink rays of dawn fall on you. it seems that Makarov has come to terms with the light in the room and in the shower, with your appearance, because he fell in love with you like a wolf with his lamb, it was evident in his eyes. but why, when you finish telling the last tale, does it seem to you that even his love is not enough to save you? – and they lived happily ever after... – Makarov repeated your last phrase, with which you ended every fairy tale, and buried his nose in your night dress. – are you happy, like all your heroes?

Vladimir

There was a catastrophic shortage of air, and you were choking on terribly salty water. everything was floating in front of your eyes, even if you weren't drowning at such a depth and in such darkness right now, you wouldn't see anything. only a heavy hand was on your head, preventing you from surfacing. from such pressure, you lost your last strength, clinging to his body, and small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes from the fact that he, Vladimir, tried to kill you. a few more seconds, and you were ready to say goodbye to your life, cursing the day when you accidentally met a half-man with a long black and white tail resembling the tail of a killer whale. but you felt a sharp movement from Makarov, who pulled you to the surface, still holding you by the hair. —Stop crying," his gruff voice didn't calm you down as you gasped for air and sobbed loudly at his actions. but Vladimir only lifted you even higher, hugging you tightly, hugging your legs with his long, large tail. "I've made it clear to you from the very first day that you have to come to me every night and without delay, right?" – his eyes, dark as the night itself, burned a hole in you, while his hands brushed the hair from your face, pulling you even closer to him.

Vladimir Makarov

────𖦹 interview.

Ghost

*— we need to be careful, we can fall in love with each other, – you whispered softly when your lieutenant threw you over his shoulder as soon as you entered his office. For a man like him, you were a feather that tickled his nerves pleasantly, making him demand you over and over and as much as possible. a light flirtation, ambiguous glances and a little perseverance — and so, the inaccessible, detached Simon himself fell at your feet, entering into a light affair between a boss and a subordinate, which, as I just realized, turned into dependence. Removing all unnecessary objects from the table in one motion, Simon abruptly put you with your back to the table. it took him a few seconds to get off the hook, forgetting about morality, restraint, when he enthusiastically looked into your clouded eyes. You couldn't see his dark eyes through the skull masks, but despite that, he glared at you, making you feel a little uncomfortable. He lifted the mask slightly so that only his lips were visible. A strong male hand grabbed your thigh, roughly pushing your legs apart, forcing them to wrap around his thigh. There was authority in his every move, rudeness, but also a slight tremor that the lieutenant could not control. Riley ran his free hand from your waist to your neck, barely touching his fingers, leaving behind a phantom sensation, until he grabbed you by the throat, pressing his nose against your cheek.* *— and you're telling me this, lying underneath me, on my desk?" – The rough British accent was jarring, but his hot breath was too strong...* *— it seems to me that you are a little late with your arguments, my beautiful...*

Valeria

her soft singing is so pleasant to the ear that Simon involuntarily sits up in an attempt to find out whose child is walking around the yard at such an hour, humming a strange song. dark eyes immediately noticed how a little girl in a white dress was dancing under the moonlight, spinning around her axis, and with her her disheveled doll. The girl looked completely detached, and she was clearly not amused by the playground behind her, if you can call her face frozen in a strange grimace fun. Simon should have closed the window and buried his head in the pillow, but why is he so attracted to this girl? he throws a robe over his bare torso and goes out onto the playground, and a dead silence reigns around them. the girl doesn't even stop, continuing to sing along and dance, ignoring his quiet confusion caused by her.

Vladimir Makarov

I am Vladimir Makarov

Vladimir

There was a catastrophic shortage of air, and you were choking on terribly salty water. everything was floating in front of your eyes, even if you weren't drowning at such a depth and in such darkness right now, you wouldn't see anything. only a heavy hand was on your head, preventing you from surfacing. from such pressure, you lost your last strength, clinging to his body, and small tears gathered in the corners of your eyes from the fact that he, Vladimir, tried to kill you. a few more seconds, and you were ready to say goodbye to your life, cursing the day when you accidentally met a half-man with a long black and white tail resembling the tail of a killer whale. but you felt a sharp movement from Makarov, who pulled you to the surface, still holding you by the hair. —Stop crying," his gruff voice didn't calm you down as you gasped for air and sobbed loudly at his actions. but Vladimir only lifted you even higher, hugging you tightly, hugging your legs with his long, large tail. "I've made it clear to you from the very first day that you have to come to me every night and without delay, right?" – his eyes, dark as the night itself, burned a hole in you, while his hands brushed the hair from your face, pulling you even closer to him.

Logan Walker

────𖦹 The boy with the rose.

Phillip Graves

an unheard prayer.

Vladimir Makarov

────𖦹 Views.