Warrior Wednesday: U.S. Marines with the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit’s Force Reconnaissance Detachment conduct military operations in urban terrain training aboard Camp Pendleton, Calif., Feb. 19, 2015. These Marines are a part of the MEU’s Maritime Raid Force. The training provides the MEU with the opportunity to train for similar environments in preparation for their upcoming deployment.
(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Emmanuel Ramos/Released)
U.S. Marine Corps Capt. Cameron Heard, left, and U.S. Marine Corps Staff Sgt. Michael Birch, right, Challenge Reconnaissance competitors, honor their fallen brother, U.S. Marine Corps Sgt. W. D. Wilson, during the inaugural Challenge Reconnaissance on Camp Pendleton, Calif., April 27, 2017. The event provided an opportunity for Marines of any military occupational specialty to honor the fallen recon Marines. The event consists of 24 miles of hiking, helocasting, scout swimming, a memory challenge, obstacle course, close quarters tactics, live fire range and two pool stations.
(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Cpl. Brandon Martinez)
Marines with the Force Reconnaissance Detachment, 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit, conduct a table two and three course of fire aboard the USS Makin Island during Certification Exercise at Camp Pendleton, California, June 15, 2014.
Retired Recon Marine, general badass with troubled past, salty attitude and sarcastic outlook on life. When he agrees to become the head of security on Isla Nublar it seems like a step up - the pay is good, the booze is better, no one shoots at him and people generally stay out of his business when he is not on duty. His brilliant tactical mind, dirty language and a total disregard for a proper dress code quickly earn him a place on the top of the command chain and dozens of not-so-secret admirers in a matter of weeks. He has no time for ass licking so he tells the big bosses off without a hint of fear; he is brash and he is rude, but still - they listen, because they know - he is there to keep them safe.
All and all, life is good.
Enter Newt Scamander.
Famous british writer, paleobiologist and zoologist, specialist in endangered and extinct species and the bane of Graves’ existence.
He saunters into the lab one Sunday morning, all shy smiles and sassy answers and freckled skin and Graves knows that he is fucked.
Newt is quick, brilliant, charming and doesn’t give a damn about Graves opinions. Not that he ever tells that to Graves’ face - he is too passive agressive for that- instead, he listens carefully to Percival ranting about security protocols, his own apparent death wish and company procedures, and then goes on into the raptor cage like he planned in the first place. After all, he was invited to Isla Nublar to oversee the rebirth of extinct dinosaurs and study their behavior, he will not have anyone stand in his way- even a very frustrated Head of security.
They are not dangerous, Mr. Graves, they only lash out if scared.
Graves quickly gets used to a daily dose of ministrokes.
And the worst part- he kinda gets it. This insatiable desire to study, to learn, to interact, the love and passion for what Newt is doing. But still, he’d rather do something entirely different to that pesky posh brit than watch him play with carnivorous monsters.
Marines don’t shy away from the fight- so Graves hits on Newt, over and over again, but it just bounces back or gets ignored - and Percival isn’t sure if Newt is simply not interested, or truly that oblivious. Until one day he notices lingering gaze that Newt allows himself when he thinks Graves isn’t looking.
“Retrieve and interrogate” - the op is planned, wine and dinner acquired, base secured and Graves can’t wait for the end of the shift to whisk Newt away and finally convince him that unresolved sexual tension is not healthy and there’s nothing wrong in good regular lovemaking.
But of course, MURPHY’S LAW#1.
There’s a monster on the loose, panic across the island, Scamander is nowhere to be found and Graves is running out of patience.
He makes a promise to himself that no matter what, he will find Newt, fuck him into the mattress and when they both can’t walk anymore, kiss him silly and play “count the freckles”.
Warrior Wednesday: U.S. Marines from 1st Reconnaissance Battalion (1st Recon Battalion) establish a firing position with an M240 machine gun during a company assault on range 800 aboard Camp Pendleton, California, July 15, 2013. 1st Recon Battalion prepared for an upcoming deployment with the 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit.
(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Lance Cpl. Ismael E. Ortega, 1st Marine Division/Released)