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Post by Scott Hauser on Jan 1, 2024 3:45:56 GMT
Characters Appearing: Scott Hauser, Agent Cobra Location (s): Near GHOST HQ Timeline: January 1st Plot Summary: Scott takes a ride on his bike near his dad’s work following some more strange developments.
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Jan 1, 2024 3:57:24 GMT
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Post by Scott Hauser on Jan 1, 2024 3:57:24 GMT
Scott was still not sure how to describe what he was going through.
Of course, he’d been going through this for a couple of months now. But between everything with the break out, he still hadn’t quite wanted to worry his dad with the issues. He was nothing if not a resilient kid anyway and he could figure all of this out himself, he thought….
At least he’d stopped the unusual growth spurt for now he figured. He was sure Duke had noticed that much, he was now 6’3” which was nowhere near normal for someone his age.
He must have been thinking a bit too much about Duke. Because he’d found himself riding by… GHOST. Technically he wasn’t sure he should even know where it was but he’d been bored and failed his dad once at a distance. He stopped his bike carefully and blew the hair from his face.
Something about this place just felt… Off. It always had, maybe he was overthinking it. But there was an unsettling pull toward it. “I’d better get moving before someone sees me.”
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Post by Agent Cobra on Jan 2, 2024 13:57:19 GMT
The world had changed significantly since his early days in the field. Agent Cobra, once known by a different name that has since been taken from the record, had traversed the clandestine world of espionage and conflict for decades – Soldier and Spy intertwined. His origins were veiled in secrecy, his true identity known to only a select few within the highest echelons of G.H.O.S.T. Born of a turbulent era that was two years before the Second World War, Cobra had been a protege, honed by the most rigorous training and a baptism of fire that forged him into a formidable operative. He was a man of many names, his past obscured by classified missions and shadowy alliances. His transformation into the enigmatic figure known as Agent Cobra came as a result of his unwavering commitment to defending humanity against threats both terrestrial and extraterrestrial. His exploits ranged from thwarting rogue Decepticon cells to counteracting clandestine schemes orchestrated by otherworldly adversaries. Years of service had etched lines of experience onto his face, each scar a testament to battles fought and secrets safeguarded. His icy blue eyes harboured a blend of wisdom and weariness, a gaze that could pierce through the darkest of deceptions. Cobra's ascent through the ranks of G.H.O.S.T was marked by his unparalleled strategic prowess and unwavering dedication to the cause. His methods, though unconventional at times, yielded results that few could replicate. However, behind the stoic facade lay a man burdened by the weight of his decisions, haunted by the sacrifices made in the name of safeguarding humanity. Personal connections were a luxury he had long forsaken, his duty to protect transcending personal desires. In the hallowed halls of G.H.O.S.T, Cobra commanded respect and fear in equal measure. His reputation preceded him, spoken of in hushed tones among agents and adversaries alike. His leadership alongside Executive Agent Karen Croft solidified G.H.O.S.T's status as the frontline defense against the unknown. Yet, amidst the chaos and ceaseless battles, there lingered a silent yearning for something beyond the confines of duty. A faint echo of a life left behind, a distant memory of a simpler time before he became the legend known as Agent Cobra. As he stood, observing the world through an intricate web of surveillance, Cobra's thoughts occasionally strayed to contemplation, wondering if there would ever be a chance for respite from the perpetual conflict, a moment to reclaim a semblance of the life he had once known. But for now, duty called, and Agent Cobra remained steadfast, an enigmatic guardian navigating the shadows, ever vigilant against the encroaching threats that lurked within the darkness. Agent Cobra sat in the dimly lit control room of G.H.O.S.T, surrounded by an array of screens displaying surveillance footage from across the world. His piercing blue eyes scanned each screen with a practiced intensity, searching for any signs of Decepticon activity. His gaze was sharp and methodical, his attention divided yet astute. As he monitored the screens, a G.H.O.S.T. agent's voice echoed through the room, breaking the silence. "Sir, we've got someone approaching the facility perimeter. Looks like a civilian on a bike." That instant alarm caused Cobra to turn his gaze to the G.H.O.S.T agent and then quickly assessing the situation, Cobra instructed the recruit, "Give me a visual."Agent Cobra's gaze focused on one of the screens, his eyes narrowing as he observed the young man on the bike. Recognition flickered in his eyes, and he muttered to himself, "That's the kid Duke mentioned." Cobra remembered the details Duke had shared about his adopted son. The screen switched to display a close-up of Scott Hauser, standing near the entrance of G.H.O.S.T. Cobra's expression remained stoic, but his mind raced with possibilities. "Duke's son, huh…" he thought, recalling the earlier briefing. Deciding to handle the situation personally, Agent Cobra rose from his chair, his lean figure moving with a subtle grace. He navigated through the control room, entering a concealed passage that led to a private escape route. The man emerged silently behind Scott, his presence known only when he spoke. "A little too late for that, son," Cobra's deep voice resonated, Cobra observed the boy closely, his expression unreadable. "You're Duke's boy, aren't you? Scott Hauser," he stated more as a statement than a question, his keen eyes analysing the young man standing before him.
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Jan 8, 2024 2:04:53 GMT
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Post by Scott Hauser on Jan 8, 2024 2:04:53 GMT
Scott jumped out of his skin.
Damn, why did anyone have to do something like that? Luckily, Scott wasn’t skiddish by nature by any means. The man that did appear however did seem intimidating, more so than he’d like to admit, since he was known for being a tough guy, or at least being the kid who wanted to present himself as such. BUT the man didn’t seem to do anything bad, he actually mentioned his dad right away.
Straightening a bit he realized by the way he dressed that the man was probably some high ranking official. What was he? A general? A commander? He didn’t know. “Oh... Um, yes sir,” He explained standing as best he could at attention while standing close to his bike. “I uh… Didn’t mean to intrude anywhere. I was just taking a ride, y’know? Heh. Didn’t think I’d see his co workers this far out.”
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Post by Agent Cobra on Mar 22, 2024 0:53:05 GMT
Agent Cobra observed Scott's reaction with a keen eye, noting the mix of surprise and attempted composure. His presence seemed to have disrupted Scott's intended leisurely ride, but there was no immediate cause for concern. Cobra maintained a calm demeanor, his enigmatic gaze fixed on the young man before him.
"Relax, Son," Cobra spoke with a reassuring tone, his voice carrying an air of authority tempered with understanding. "No need to stand at attention on my account. I'm not here to reprimand you for enjoying a ride."
He paused briefly, allowing his words to sink in for a time. His gaze lingered on the young man for a moment, assessing him with a subtle intensity. Despite his attempt to maintain a tough exterior, Cobra sensed a vulnerability beneath the façade. It intrigued him, stirring a curiosity about the individual's background and motivations. He glanced around the area, his gaze calculating. "Taking a ride, huh? Enjoying the freedom of the open road, I suppose. Keep it safe out here. You never know what you might stumble upon."
Cobra's words held a subtle warning, a reminder that the world was a dangerous place, even in seemingly peaceful surroundings. He made a mental note to keep an eye on this young man. In Cobra's line of work, chance encounters often had deeper implications. For now, Agent Cobra retrieved a cigar from an inner pocket of his jacket, his movements precise and deliberate. With practiced ease, he lit it, the tip glowing cherry red in the dim light. Taking a puff, he exhaled a plume of smoke, the scent mingling with the crisp air.
"Mind if I join you for a moment?" Cobra inquired, gesturing with the cigar towards a nearby bench. He settled onto the seat, his posture relaxed yet commanding. "I could use a breather myself."
Whether Scott allowed Cobra to relax or not, the man studied the boy with a keen gaze, taking note of the subtle shifts in his demeanor. There was more to this encounter than a chance meeting on the road.
"So, Scott," Cobra began, his voice low and measured. "How have you been? Keeping out of trouble, I hope?"
He paused, allowing the question to hang in the air before continuing.
"And your father... Have you spoken to him recently?" There was a note of concern in Cobra's tone, a hint of something beneath the surface. He awaited Scott's response, his demeanor betraying none of the complexities swirling within his mind.
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Post by Scott Hauser on Mar 31, 2024 21:58:57 GMT
That was. A good point.
He knew better than to go looking for trouble, even if it usually found him. And then again, he probably went looking for trouble a bit too, if he were being honest. But there was definitely no reason anyone related to his dad needed to know about the street racing, or the parties. Right? As far as anyone knew Scott would always be a straight-laced military brat, in a good way though. Still, Cobra didn't seem all that bad. "Well it's no Lamborghini, but it gets the job done all the same," Of course, the former was his dream car. But that was definitely a pipe dream. "Normally my friends are out with me, but everyone's kind of busy today."
Keeping out of trouble? Ironic. If this guy knew the things he was doing he'd probably be a little stunned. But hey, when you sprouted up overnight and somehow could crush steel. You had to have some fun right? Either way, he shook his head. "Eh, I mean, does any teenager stay out of trouble?" He joked honestly, but kept from revealing too much of course. "I figure if it doesn't get me arrested or dad court marshalled though there's nothing wrong with that. Not that I'm doing anything that serious... Just uh, stupid teenager stuff y'know? I got two friends that got me reigned in well enough."
Dad? Well that was a good question. "Yeah, dad's busy but he's always around. We did pizza and a movie the other day," He explained. "He's pretty awesome y'know? Busy, but I mean I'm proud of him."
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