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Linstead One Shot - Post 4x17

Okay, so here goes my first fanfic. Let me know in the comments what you think and I am open to all feedback (kind of course)! I hope you enjoy and feel free to send prompts.

Just a heads up, this is going to be a relatively long one shot.

Words: 2500

As I approach the building supposedly housing a target, I hear Mouse’s voice in my ear: “approaching back door, breech on my mark: one, two, three.” After impact, we sidestep through the door–one-two, one-two–with the scopes of our rifles up to our eyes. Protocol requires that we branch off to clear all the rooms, so I turn the corner into a bedroom and let out a inaudible sigh of relief as I shout “clear!” to my unit. Determining there are no immediate threats, the rest follow in suit allowing everyone to let their guard down a bit. 

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MAS Mle49-56 military rifle

Made by the Manufacture d’Arme de Saint-Etienne in France c.1956-70′s - serial number G81988.
7,5x54mm MAS Mle1929C ten-round removable box magazine, direct impingement gas operated semi-automatic, Mle 1953 APX 806L scope mounted on a rail on the left side of the receiver, muzzle adapted to fire rifle grenades, with accompanying folding grenade sights.

The 1956 modification shortened the barrel but also and most noticeably the foregrip of the rifle, making it a very compact and sturdy battle rifle.


M1C Garand sniper rifle

Manufactured by the Springfield Armory between 1943 and 1945, scope mount manufactured by Griffin and Howe, serial number 3495645.
.30-06, 8-round en-bloc clips, M82 2,2X scope offset to the left, MRT leather cheek rest and M2 flash hider.

Looks like a star wars prop.

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Springfield M1903 variant prototype

Manufactured c.1917 by the Springfield Armory with experimental rifling, fitted with a Winchester 1909 Patent A5 scope manufactured by Winchester Repeating Arms Company in New Haven, Connecticut - serial number 716929.
.30-06 five-rounds magazine fed by stripper clips, bolt action repeater.

The older scopes are also the sexier ones.


I just recently found an art blog called Overblotch, and all of the work on there was fantastic. However, when I was scrolling through I found one drawing that was so amazing I had to write something. This is what I wrote.

The picture is here for all those who want to see it.

No one ever makes it out of tragedy without trauma.

No one ever survives unscathed.

No one ever, no matter how hard they try to hide it, is completely alright.

Not after the kind of things she’d been through.

She’d wake up and it was cold. The world around her was burning cold. Reality was etched in lines of ice and her heart beat so slowly she was afraid she was already dead. 

And always it was cold.

So very cold.

Unbearably so.

Like before.

Like when she had been their pawn.

Like when she had seen people as only a mission statement and a headshot.

Like when looking down the scope of a rifle was the only thing that kept her heart beating. 

She reached for something, trying to find something warm in a world that was made only of cold.

So cold.

She did not see the bedroom. Her mind was elsewhere, in a laboratory where she had been taken apart piece by piece and made into something new.

In a place where blue skin had crawled up her flesh like a virus and her eyes had changed from their original green to an impossible gold.

Where her heart had been stopped. 

Where her mind had been stolen.

Lights and sounds and thoughts that weren’t hers filling the air, filling her, destroying her.

And always, it was cold.

She clawed at the sheets, trying to get away from the injections and the machinery and the men who had unmade her.

And suddenly hands wrapped around her and pulled her close.


“I’m here.”


“It was just a dream Amélie.”

“Stop, please!”

She was there, keeping her sane, driving back the cold. In a world made of frost she burned like the sun, driving away the past and pulling her back into the now. She wasn’t in that place anymore. She was here, she was with her. 

But she was still so cold.

“It’s so cold, Lena, help.”

“I’m here.”


She let her tears flow freely, too afraid, too cold, to stop them. She hid it so well, but she wasn’t alright, might never be alright. How could she escape the cold that had almost reclaimed her?

“Shhh, it’s okay luv, I’m here.”

She clung to the only warm thing in her world, until the cold had faded somewhat and the fear had turned into nothing more than a sharp edged memory.

She sat up and wiped her eyes, looking up at Lena. She saw no disgust, no hatred, only concern. She began to cry again.

“Are you okay?” she asked quietly.

“It was so cold, so empty, I…” Her voice failed her. Lena reached over and pulled her into a tight embrace. Amélie hugged back fiercely, getting as close to the warmth as she could, trying to drive away even the memory of the cold.

“I’m here, you don’t have to be scared…”

The tears kept flowing as the two held each other close.

They stayed like that, awake in each other’s arms, until the sun rose and warmed the cold Earth, as Lena had warmed her.


Mauser C96 cone hammer carbine

Converted to carbine by Carl Loguch in Germany c. late 1890′s - serial number 12.
7,63x25mm Mauser ten-round internal box magazine, short recoil semi-automatic, fixed foregrip independent of the barrel, dovetailed removable stock, Karl Kahles 1,5x~3x scope.

Not to be confused with the M1917 trench carbine which was built as such and had a very different receiver.

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scoped Thomas Bland & Sons takedown rifle

Manufactured by Thomas Bland and Sons c.1905 at 2 King William St. London, with a Belgian-proofed Mauser-type receiver and a Carl Zeiss prismatic scope.
Boxed with Kynoch brand .375/303 - 303 Westley Richards cartridges, single shot bolt action.

Carl Zeiss was an amazing person and I will personally fight anyone claiming otherwise.

Carl Zeiss G.Z. II Prismatic Scope with leather case.