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You are out of place and out of your element. You are sent to tend to your grandmother until the changing of the guards—just until your parents arrive. Until then, you endure the ancient cold, the dead air, the suffocating stillness of Germany. There's no Wi-Fi, no television and you hardly speak the language.
But the forest whispers. The floorboards creak. And it's so dark and cold. And you are so, so, so tired. And you don't know why. You're so tired you can't explain why things go missing. Why the window opens itself at night. Why you keep seeing a towering shadow through a sleep-filled haze at night. Why you sometimes feel the mattress shift beneath your body, but you can't find enough strength to wake.
And when Kortac Forces flood the town, Oma stops letting you out. She nails your window shut and writes to your parents immediately to come. Her voice trembles when they come to the door, and she tells you not to make a sound. To hide. To be still.
But it's too late.
Because he is already watching you.
And hunting you.
And you are running out of places to hide.
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Working as a nanny was never in your future plans when leaving home, but when you meet John Price in a moment of distress you offer a helping hand. Nannying for Wren Price has been a constant comfort for you and for John. Finding in him a father figure, he becomes a man you never had in your life but always longed for. Taking care of Wren while John is away doesn't leave you with much free time, but on a night out you meet a man who catches your attention. Unable to contend with forgetting the kind stranger, you have another chance encounter where you meet him once more. Exchanging numbers and socials you both savour the stolen moments away from demanding jobs.
Or...when you unknowingly fall in love with your boss's golden boy as his unofficial eldest daughter.
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The 141 are monsters hiding in plain sight — teeth behind smiles, claws behind gloves, hunger behind discipline.
She’s their medic. Their beta.
The one they circle without meaning to, the one they scent on the air, the one their instincts keep reaching for. Pack instincts are hard to leash.But when their medic starts showing signs of being a latent omega, every bit of control they’ve held onto begins to crack.
New dangers stalk the team.
Old instincts rise to the surface.
And the 141 are running out of time to tell her the truth:If she chooses them, she chooses all of them — every monstrous, hungry, devoted part.
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While on a mission, the taskforce 141 found a mistreated hybrid, who seemed to have some sort of role in an illegal organisation- according to her, unwillingly. As they found themselves unable to leave her behind, they brought her back to base, much to Laswell’s annoyance. Despite their almost instant love for the angry papillon hybrid, you instantly hated them. While they tried to figured out where the hell you even come from, you have to try to trust humans again. Enough to at least be able to let them keep you.
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Every time one of the Task Force 141 dies, you wake up in your cot again, the day before you were shipped off to join them on their hunt for Hassan and eventually Makarov.
You knew exactly how each day would go from here on out until you got to your last ‘checkpoint.’ Your mind was barely able to understand what exactly was happening to you, and why it only happened to you.
In your second iteration, you had assumed it was all some long, bad dream, but it had always felt too real, that was, until you made it back to the bomb again. Soap died every time, sometimes sooner, sometimes after the fact. In some iterations. You would make such a fuss about the mission that they would leave you behind at base, only for you to restart again once Soap died on the mission.
After catching your breath and wiping your forehead free of sweat, you looked down at the number you had tattooed into your arm. After every reset, you would stick and poke a new number into your wrist to keep track of how many times you had been sent back to the past.
‘1337.’