The Urge To Write About Sir David Walker Burns Like An Unshakable Fire.
The urge to write about Sir David Walker burns like an unshakable fire.
Knight! hesh!
MDNI
A knight of unwavering loyalty, he carries himself with the noble grace of a natural-born leader. Time after time, as he removes his iron helmet, the details of his face come into sharper focus. His pale skin contrasts strikingly with the deep green of his eyes, and as the strands of his jet-black hair fall free, they frame his features with an almost effortless elegance. Each glimpse of him without the armor only reveals more of the man beneath—the warrior, the leader, the legend.
Each time he kneels before the king, one hand pressed firmly over his heart, it is as if he is making an unspoken vow—one of unwavering sacrifice, of blood and sweat pledged to whatever land he stands upon. His voice, low and steady, carries the weight of his devotion, each word dripping with formal reverence and gratitude. There is no hesitation, no faltering; only the ironclad promise of a knight who lives and breathes duty.
But then, with a voice like silk, you summon him to the king’s chambers. He approaches with the grace of a knight, but the moment his eyes meet yours, his entire demeanor shifts. His green eyes, once steady and fierce, now lower in respect, his body instinctively dropping to one knee before you, his hand over his heart in silent oath.
“Your grace,” he says, his voice unwavering yet soft, as if to show no weakness.
You lead him forward, your steps deliberate. He follows—trusting, obedient—until the door shuts behind him with a cold, final click.
He freezes.
His eyes flicker to the door, then back to you, realization dawning in his chest like a heavy weight. This isn’t the king’s room. This is yours.
A rush of fear surges through him, and for a fleeting moment, he is lost—unsure, afraid of what might unfold. He tries to mask it, standing tall, shoulders stiff, as if the knight within him could withstand whatever shadow looms in this room. But the tremor in his breath betrays him.
“Your grace,” he murmurs again, more softly now, his voice cracking with the first hint of doubt, “there must be a mistake. This...is not the majesy's chamber.”
He had endured countless wars, his body marked with scars from swords and battles fought. But this—this was something he had never prepared for. The weight of his loyalty, the trust he had sworn to the king, was a code he would never break. And yet, here, in this room with you, the line between duty and desire blurred.
He could feel the tension coiling in his chest, a knot of fear and respect warring within him. He knew what you wanted. He knew what you were offering. But this was not a challenge he had ever faced before. Behind the king’s back, it felt like treason. His loyalty was a chain, binding him to honor, to the trust that had been placed in him. And yet, in the face of your advances, that chain felt suffocating.
“Your grace, please...” His voice cracked slightly, but he quickly masked it, forcing himself back into formality. His hands trembled, but they remained at his sides, trying not to betray the turmoil in his heart. “This is... beyond my duty. This is a step I cannot take.”
You were so close now. He could feel the heat of your presence, the whisper of your breath against his skin. And then, it happened. You kissed his cheek—soft, gentle pecks—tracing his jawline with delicate affection. His body stiffened at the touch. His breath caught in his throat, his mind screaming to pull away, to step back. But respect, honor, duty—they all held him in place, even as his heart raced.
“I... I cannot,” he whispered, his voice strained, desperate to remain the knight he had always been. His eyes closed for a moment, trying to block out the overwhelming presence of your proximity. “Please, my lady... I cannot touch you. Not like this. It would dishonor my place, the king’s trust... my oath.”
Even as he said it, the struggle was evident in the tension of his muscles, the way his jaw clenched. He didn’t want to hurt you, but the lines of loyalty and respect were drawn too firmly for him to ignore. Yet his body, betraying him in its every moment of restraint, could not help but tremble at the closeness, at the kiss that lingered too long, too near.
You could see the hesitation in his eyes, the strain in his every movement. His honor, his oath—it was all he had, all he was. But you could feel the weight of your desires, pulling you closer to him, drawing you into this forbidden game.
“Don’t fight it, David,” you whispered softly, your breath warm against his ear. You reached out, brushing a lock of his black hair away, letting your fingers linger against his skin. “I know you want this. I know you feel it too.”
His body trembled, his every instinct screaming for him to pull away, to retreat. But you were relentless, your hands tracing his jawline, your fingertips grazing the steel of his armor, so close—so close to touching the man beneath. His breath hitched, and the words that escaped his lips were nothing more than a breathless murmur.
“Please... my lady...” His voice was low, almost desperate, but his eyes never left the floor. “This is... I cannot—”
You cut him off, your hand now gently resting against his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. “You think I don't see the way your body betrays you?” you purred, inching closer until your lips were almost on his. “I know what you want. I know how this feels for you.”
He flinched, a quick, sharp movement, as though your touch burned him, and yet there was a part of him—no matter how much he fought it—that wanted to stay. Wanted to let go of the chains of duty and fall into the heat of the moment with you. But this... this wasn’t him. This wasn’t how he had been trained. He was a knight—loyal, honorable, untouched by such temptations.
“I cannot...” His words faltered again, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Not like this. I’m sworn... I am sworn to the king. To my vows.”
“You think I don’t know that?” You smirked, your voice dripping with both amusement and longing. Your hands slid across his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath the fabric. “But I also know what you truly crave, David. You don't need to be a knight for this... not with me.”
His body recoiled, every muscle taut with resistance, but his mind was fighting a battle he had never known. The voice inside him screamed to pull away, to hold onto his duty, but there was something else—a new, unfamiliar ache that surged within him every time your fingers brushed his skin, every time you closed the distance between you.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice a raw plea as he struggled to back away, to put space between you. But the room was too small, the door locked. There was no escape. No way out. And as he looked into your eyes, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.
“You think you can just walk away from this?” you whispered, your hand sliding from his chest to his neck, fingers gently curling around his jaw as you tilted his head up. His body trembled beneath your touch, but still, he couldn’t find the strength to stop you. His green eyes darted to yours, full of uncertainty, a silent plea for mercy. He didn’t know how to say no—not to you, not to the heat building between you both.
“Let me show you, David,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his as you leaned in closer, your hands tugging at his armor, loosening it just enough to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. “Let me show you that surrender isn’t weakness... it’s freedom.”
His breath was ragged, the knight’s resolve breaking piece by piece, and yet, in the back of his mind, the training, the vows, screamed at him to resist. But his body—his body told a different story. He had never been in a situation like this. He didn’t know how to pull away anymore. The lines had blurred, the honor he had spent years protecting now felt like a distant echo, drowned out by the weight of your touch and the unspoken promise in your eyes.
Then, it happened.
As if your touch was the spark to a flame that had been smoldering too long, you closed the space between you, your lips finally meeting his in a kiss that was both gentle and forceful, tentative yet inevitable. For a moment, Hesh was frozen, his body rigid, fighting every instinct he had ever known. His mind screamed to pull away, to hold onto the duty that had defined him for so long.
But your lips were soft, persistent, and he couldn't deny the pull. His heart raced in a chaotic rhythm that mirrored the storm of emotions inside him. He wanted to resist, but with each press of your lips against his, a part of him crumbled. His hands twitched, unsure whether to push you away or pull you closer. The kiss deepened, slow and deliberate, and he felt the weight of it—every hesitation, every unspoken word.
And then, something inside him gave.
His hands, once clenched tight, finally reached for you, trembling at first, then firmer, as though the walls of his resolve were falling. He could taste the hesitation in the kiss, the battle between loyalty and desire, but it was too much—too overwhelming. His lips parted, and he kissed you back, not as a knight, but as a man. A man who had never known this kind of hunger, this kind of need.
The kiss was more than just a meeting of lips; it was a crossing of boundaries, a surrender to something neither of you could fully control. His body reacted instinctively, pulling you closer, his hands finding their way to your waist, his breath shallow against your skin as he fought to regain his composure.
But it was too late. The moment had taken root, and nothing in the world could undo it. He had crossed the line, and there was no going back.
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How they act when they don't like you....and why?
characters: logan walker, Hesh walker, Elias walker, Keegan russ, Thomas merrick, Kick
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i had fun writing this
notes: harash or being mean to the reader, me saying daddy to elias because i am misbehaved
Logan walker:
Bro doesn't like anyone here he is just sticking to his daddy and hesh, well i mean as a social he doesn't like them or not caring about them.
but the reason he would not like you is because you are reckless and logan is all about discipline and precision.
He started knowing that when you charge into a room without checking corners and dude really got annoyed.
it got nearly killed for both of you but logan managed to save your live and his, Then he gave you that look screams "get a job".
Logan is a calculated, quiet soldier who thrives on efficiency. If you’re impulsive, sloppy, or too loud, it would frustrate him. He might see you as someone who doesn’t respect the seriousness of the mission.
but honestly he just got away from you only sitting next to hesh like everyday you will find him there
he is a silent judger Logan’s not one to vocalize his dislike openly. Instead, he’d give you subtle signs—cold stares, no nod of acknowledgment when you’re around.
You’d feel like an outsider just because of how much he doesn’t engage. His silence would sting more than words.
I don't think he would be mean to you with words and beinf harash but at the base If you sit at the same table during downtime, Logan gets up and moves somewhere else without saying a word in case you wanna talk to him and he doesn't want to.
The only "conversation" you might get from him is a blank stare when you ask for help with your gear.
Hesh walker:
Oh man he is the opposite from logan he will be open with his comments on you
the reason is because you don't take his order seriously or challenging him like i see him like this
he is a lieutenant how dare you not listening to him but listening to merrick's orders.
Hesh is loyal to his family and the team, and he expects everyone to respect the chain of command.
If you question leadership, brush off directives, or act like a know-it-all, Hesh would get heated fast.
maybe you have this audacity to argue with your teammates about a job or a patrol, it wasn't your time for a patrol so you got mad and start arguing " I don't understand i did this 4 time already in the same damn location!"
which lead hesh to snap “We don’t have time for your ego! Do your job, or I’ll find someone who will.” calm down bby
he wouldn't hold back his frustration but he would mask it with sarcasm
"look who finally decided to show up! Did you actually bring ammo this time, or should I do your job too?" bitch
He’d complain about you to the others when you’re not around, but it would always come back to you somehow.
Hesh throws constant jabs at your performance.“Wow, you actually hit something this time. Let me guess, blind luck?”
at the base he finds every opportunity to one up you If you’re telling a story about a killstreak, he’ll interrupt with, “Pfft, that’s nothing. Last week, I cleared a whole building solo.”
bro wanna just let out his frustration 😭
Elias walker: (Ok help i didn't find a gif)
he would not like you no he is not that emotional type man.
the reason is your lack discipline or don’t meet his expectations.
he want someone to be trusted in the team and he doesn't find this in you maybe you got nervous or something but he doesn't really care.
As a leader, Elias demands excellence. If you’re not pulling your weight, making mistakes under pressure, or putting the team at risk, Elias would start seeing you as a liability.
You botch an important mission step, forcing the squad to improvise. Afterward, Elias says, “You need to decide if you want to be part of this team. Because right now, I don’t see it.”
he is giving the disappointed dad vibe As the squad leader, Elias would make his disappointment known without outright hostility.
“You’re not giving me much to work with here. This team relies on everyone pulling their weight.” whatever you say daddy
He’d put you on blast in front of the others but in a way that feels more like a father scolding their kid.
He’d constantly put you on remedial tasks or double-check everything you do. You’d feel like you’re being babysat.
I see elias is harash in his training i mean look at hesh and logan they didn't become this skillful that easy it was elias wild training.
So Elias doesn’t hesitate to use you as bait just to toughen you up.“You’re fast, right? Go flush them out, and we’ll cover you.” then leaving you scrambling for survival.
Elias constantly gives you extra drills to "improve."“You’re staying behind. Practice clearing that room until you can do it without screwing up. The rest of us have real work to do.”
Even if you complete the drills, he finds something wrong with your execution.
Keegan russ:
He won't show it too but he will mask it with sarcasm too especiall with his short comments that made you wanna tackle him to the ground and fight him
the reason: You’re not dependable, or you’re too emotional.Keegan values professionalism esp in the ghosts team and doesn’t tolerate people who let emotions cloud their judgment.
If you hesitate under fire, panic, or fail to stay focused, Keegan would see you as a weak link.
you blowed the cover with a noise you made accidentally he doesn't yell he would just go with “Next time, stay quiet. Or don’t come at all.” coldly.
Keegan is the cold, no-nonsense type, so he’d probably flat-out ignore you.
If you mess up, you’d get that icy glare that says “You’re lucky I don’t deal with you right here.”
He’d keep his interactions with you strictly professional and minimal, using only hand signals or one-word commands.
he is all about manipulatescretly like If you’re in danger, he’d hesitate just long enough to make you sweat before helping he just want you to know you're dealing with danger.
polishes his weapons near you but doesn’t say a word. If you ask him a question, you get a curt, dismissive response.“What ammo works best with the MK14?”
“The kind that hits the target. Try it sometime.”
“We need to breach on three. the walkers—you’re with me. y/n, just hang back and don’t get in the way.” BITCH??😭😭
Thomas merrick:
You haven’t earned his respect Merrick is a seasoned veteran who respects competence and loyalty above all. If you’re new, inexperienced, or overconfident.
Merrick might see you as someone who needs to prove themselves first—and he won’t go easy on you.
You try to take the lead during a mission, and it goes south. Merrick pulls you aside afterward:“You want to lead? Earn it. Until then, know your place.”
Merrick is a no-BS guy. If he doesn’t like you, he’ll tell you to your face.“You’re a liability. If you want to stay on this team, you’d better step up, or you’re out.”
Merrick would constantly test you, setting you up for challenges to prove yourself, but his standards would be brutally high.
He’d always keep an eye on you, but not out of trust—more to make sure you don’t screw things up.
Merrick makes his disdain clear during mission briefings.“Stick to the basics, y/n. Don’t overthink it, and for God’s sake, don’t try to be a hero.”
If you lag behind, he turns around, arms crossed, and barks, “Move your ass, or I’ll leave you to catch up!”
Merrick has zero patience for your questions.“Why didn’t you clear the room faster earlier?” you stood up facing him
“Because you didn’t do your damn job. Next question.”
He doesn’t sugarcoat anything and frequently suggests you’re not Ghost material.
Kick:
You don’t adapt quickly or fail to learn from mistakes. Kick is efficient and prefers to stay out of drama.
If you repeatedly make the same mistakes, don’t take advice, or need constant hand-holding, Kick would lose patience with you.
he would start thinking how the hell you're in this team.
You forget to secure your gear before a mission, slowing down the squad. Kick shakes his head and mutters “Do I have to double-check everything you do?”
he is quite Reluctantly Helpful One, Kick is more on the reserved side, so he wouldn’t waste time expressing dislike.
He’d just do what needs to be done but with zero enthusiasm when it comes to working with you.
If you’re in trouble, you’d probably hear him mutter, “Of course, it’s you again.” But begrudgingly, he’d come through—just enough to keep you alive without making it feel like he cares.
Kick rarely speaks but makes his feelings known in other ways. For example, if you’re pinned down and yelling for cover fire, Kick shoots in the opposite direction first—just to make you sweat.
If you accidentally throw a grenade too close, Kick shakes his head and mutters, “Unbelievable.”
Kick avoids you but makes his annoyance clear when forced to interact.“Fix your weapon yourself. What are you gonna do in the field, call for me to hold your hand?” please do
If you’re paired with him during training, he sighs heavily every time you mess up.
once you tried to be kind with him finding a hard disc drive for his computer so he can plug it.
"hey kick check this out i found this" you said as you throw it to him expecting him to catch it which he did looking at it checking it out "thought you could be use of it"
he start checking it raising one eyebrow "maybe i will use it." he said looking at you blankly and you smiled simply at him.
"..."
"..."
"just kidding" he said putting it in his pocket which made your eyebrows hit each other in confusion.
"I don't like you" he said simply as he turned around to walk leaving you there mouth slightly opened from shock.
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