Recent content by U.S.S. Tacos

The whole time we were trudging through the near-identical tunnels, Mitchell and Jason muttered amongst themselves. Every now and then, Mitchell would shout directions to Jonathan, but otherwise, wouldn't say anything to us. Especially Jason; I don't think he had said anything at all since...

Gregory handed something to Travis, and Travis took it, tightening his fist after doing so. He grabbed Gregory's arm and a stern expression washed over his face as he pulled Gregory closer to whisper something into his ear. Gregory stared at Travis for a moment before standing up and walking...

I think I'd attribute the common innocence and frailness as just a byproduct of the fanfic community's excessiveness in softening everything. I think it'd be more like what you said, Wesker wouldn't mess around with someone who had no ties to Umbrella. That's just way too high-profile...

---- "Ooh-hoo-hoo! Tell me that ain't an ace shot!" Travis shouted from down the line. "Shut it, Wilkson!" I squinted at the target and saw that Travis had definitely hit the bullseye. Pretty impressive for his first shot on the range, I had to admit. But at the same time, it was only the...

Teddy gathered himself off of the ground and strapped on his mask, then placed on his helmet over it. He and Gregory found their way over to where Kenny and I were standing, kind of like huddling up before a big sports game. "Ah, Villalobos, strapped on your manhood, I see. Ready to re-join the...

I immediately pulled my radio off of my belt and squeezed down on the side button. "Bravo Team major, this is Bravo Team minor, your route to the objective is now cleared. Make haste while you still can, guys." I turned to the others, sighing and shaking my head. I went and crouched next to...

We got to the third floor without occasion, and made our way to the hall where the office was. We were halted by Darius, who raised his left hand and gave a 'stop' signal, balling his fist. I braced myself. There was a very distinct groaning coming from the office, and it was quite apparent what...

~~~ "Everything checks out," Wesley said, setting down the small light he had been shining directly into my eye. "You're good to go. Hey, Payton, do me a favor? Keep a close watch on Ted, I don't need his asthma becoming an issue while we're out there. Nobody needs that." "You got it," I went...

It was an office that would have likely belonged to some kind of manager or supervisor. Nicely polished wooden desk, rubber ferns, bookshelf filled with blank-cover books... The works. To my surprise, and dread, there was movement just behind the desk. It was very difficult to identify just...

I wasted no time and moved back a sufficient distance from the doorway, as with the rest of Bravo team, and watched as Darius took his bag off of his shoulders and unzipped it, digging through. He slid from it a metal case, which he set on the ground before him. He opened it carefully to expose...

I sat in the middle of the back-most bench in the cabin of the helicopter, with my MP5, helmet, and gas mask resting on my lap. I spent most of that time watching out the glass as we flew over the Arklay forest,considering a nap at one point, but then deciding against it. Beside me to my right...

No recent legitimate stories on the Fan Fiction board? Too bad, here comes one. I do enjoy writing, so I'll keep this updated as much as I can. Feedback is very much appreciated, so I know what I'm doing wrong and what I'm doing right. Do know that I'm trying to make this fit in with the actual...