(catch-all) lowlife, yo life, boy we livin it up

[camouflage]

Who: big boss, multiple
When: all of may
Where: oh the places you'll go
What:
thread 1: have you ever just wanted to embarrass the shit out of someone
thread 2: jim and john's excellent adventure
thread 3: 1000 ways to die in wwii
Warnings:
thread 1: none
thread 2: general wwii warnings
thread 3: general wwii warnings, including period racisim

Comments

[warandpeace]

[He's heard the stories. How great it is, what a fun time they're having, all that. But now... now it looks like they're not coming back out. Part of him wants to leave them, and he can't tell whether the part that wants to go after them is selfish or not. He hates being alone, can't stand the thought of it. He knows Big Boss has his greater ambitions. But what if he left them? What if they spent the rest of their days happy in there? He'd never have to worry about Outer Heaven being completed. About the grim future in store for Bucky (he hopes).]

[It's legitimately a difficult decision. Ultimately, he decides to go in after them. He can't abide leaving two people he's so invested in living a delusion, in a world where they're not true. Where their experiences are lies.]

[Not again.]

[So he finds himself moving through a tattered township, some houses bombed out shells.] Hell of a place to be having a great time... [He mutters to himself, mostly remembering the ruin he'd grown up in. But wasn't that the thing of it? Like he'd considered in exploring the wasteland, for American soldiers there's the promise of home, escape. But what if this is home?]

[He momentarily forgets his goal to pick up a half-visible picture, covered in ash and soot. Tips his head as he looks at it, and runs his hand over it, brushing it away.]

Cécile Caminades... [Just having a conversation with himself again, somewhere between concerned and pleased. Even with the faintest smile.] What is a world without my Parisienne, huh? You better have found somewhere safe...

[He's not trying hard to hide. It doesn't occur to him that he might need to. Instead he's just standing there, in a three piece suit and nice shoes that seem ill-suited for the zone. With an umbrella hung over his left arm for god knows what reason, setting this picture up against the house he found it beside, like he wants the owners to find it should they ever return (though who would want to?). If only he knew the unfortunate role he's stuck in today.]

[sidecars]

Oh my God [ It all sounds rather surprised as Bucky follows a lone target down what's left of a major street through the scope of his Springfield rifle. Together with Snake, he rests on his stomach in a crow's nest in a shelled out building. At one point, Bucky is sure it was once beautiful.

Now it's only useful to someone like him. ]

Is that—Is that Agent X? What is he doing?

[ There isn't time to really question it. He only has this one chance to take this Jap bastard down. Maybe it's a trap, maybe it's a body double. Who can say? They can figure it out after they dissect the corpse. ]

Sayonara, Nip.

[ Drawing out a slow, even exhale he target's the widest part of him: his chest. Bucky fires, the bullet making a loud crack, and it hits its target right where he wanted. ]

[camouflage]

Nice shot. [john observes the whole scene through his binoculars, watching as their target is kicked straight to the ground from the hit. oddly enough, though, there's no blood spray when the round embeds itself square in the agent's chest, nor does it make an exit. still, their enemy target doesn't move after he hits the ground, so the shot must've hit true.

between skirmishes throughout the city and hunting down the german's new weapon, that metal gear, john and bucky have been quite busy. taking pot-shots at anyone dumb enough to come strolling through the bottleneck they've set up shop in was practically a vacation. never mind that, besides the boss herself, they were the best two snipers in camp. they never had to worry about accidentally letting someone live long enough to report their position.

it had been a pretty good day. now with this target down, the day was about to get even better.]

I'll call Frank and the others for pick-up. The Boss will wanna see the body immediately.

[warandpeace]

[A combination of chest armor and the suit is what kept him from dying. The thing that saved him as his eyes filled with sparks and there was nothing but pain shattering through his ribs. Immediately his breath was gone, and angry pains prickled to his prosthetic like ribbons of wire through his veins.]

[Agent X flew back, landed, but didn't go down. Not for good, anyway. He scrambled to his feet and ducked into that house, holding his chest.]

[Breathe. One. Two. Three. Don't pass out. Breathe.]

[The shot came from the direction of a tall building, so he could make a guess. Clearest fire. He worked his way into the kitchen, knowing a bruise was blooming and was damn lucky to be alive, and he struggled to refill his lungs.]

[He clicked on the stealth camo he'd brought with him and slipped out a window, making a slow getaway. Three minutes. He has this. The light passed around him, blending him in, and he held up a pair of motherbase issue binoculars to listen in to the conversation coming from the direction of the sniper.]

yaay bucky finally gets to swear

[sidecars]

[ Well he's about to agree with Snake when the slippery sonuvabitch actually gets up. ]

What in the sam hill? [ He follows the fucker through his scope to pick him off again, but he's too quick. He takes cover in another building, leaving Bucky with only one option: curse up a storm. ] Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me. Are you seein' this shit?!

[camouflage]

[he is seeing it, but he's not quite believing it. the lack of a blood spray makes sense now, he guesses, but how the hell did he survive? even with body armor, the axis agent should've been laid out.

john doesn't waste time trying to figure out, instead grabbing his m16 and other gear quickly. so the guy got up and managed to get into cover; he shouldn't be able to get much further with that injury.]

Keep your eyes open. I'll go down and flush him out.

[he doesn't give bucky a chance to say anything back, racing to climb down from their crow's nest.]

[warandpeace]

[Kaz has been yanked from a state of nostalgia and all the fondness in the world into a state of What are those two assholes doing? as he catches bits of the conversation. Which, hell, if Snake's coming he needs to get the hell out of the way. There is still sparks in his vision, and he's pretty sure a rib or two must have suffered from that.]

[He just keeps willing himself to stay alert. Control his breathing so it's not labored. There's too many things to focus on.]

[He'd compliment whoever did it on the shot except he really just wants to slap either one of them until their ass is purple at this point. As he knows John is making his way one way, Miller creeps his way the other, taking stock of every hiding point he can see along the way.]

[sidecars]

[ Thankfully Bucky doesn't need an audience in order to continue talking. ] Roger. [ He returns his attention to the field looking for signs of either one of them. ]