I Hope This Account Is Just Inactive And Not Dead I Loved Your Sheriffs Daughter Fic!! I Discovered Rambo

I hope this account is just inactive and not dead 🙏🙏 I loved your Sheriff’s daughter fic!! I discovered Rambo when i saw the First blood movie on the tv like a month ago (yes, i’m aware i’m uncultured and late 🧌) and i genuinely enjoyed it so much, it’s true how there’s so few Rambo works on here 😔

Yess I'm still alive I promise! Just been super busy lately 0-0

I'm so glad to hear you enjoyed my work, like that actually makes my day :') And lol I was late to the franchise too but I love the movies, especially the first one. It's truly a shame there aren't more works for him on here :/

Hello rambosgirl, i too have married rambo in my head. About a month ago I saw these youtube shorts where Rambo was being introduced to other characters in mortal kombat 11 before they fight. I loved the fact that they put him in there, because he is the only normal non-modified mortal that has no superpowers. He is a super soldier, or special forces. I then went on to watch the three Rambo movies and I fell madly in love with Rambo. I then went on to search for fanfics on achieve of our own and found a few I liked. I found next to nothing of him when it came to art. I even tried multiple AI generators, but it would not let me make sexy art of Rambo and Colonel Troutman. Sad. Please, please, make more art of John Rambo, and maybe also Colonel Troutman.

So true, there's not enough content for them :( and I'm sorry to say I am not an artist, I only write stuff, but there are artists on Tumblr that probably could draw him if you ask.

Should I start writing for wolverine (logan) too yay or nay

I just want him to be okay part 2: The Dawn of Reunion

Part 1

You woke up groggy the next morning. You felt like you hadn't even slept with how tired you were. From what you could tell, it was very early, probably close to dawn. You weren't sure what woke you up until you heard several shuffling hurried footsteps outside your makeshift room at the base.

You quickly sobered out of your groggy state and rushed out to see Trautman heading toward you, his expression grave but hopeful.

"What's going on?" you asked, heart pounding. 

"Rambo's back," he replied, keeping an even voice, but you could see the mixture of relief and concern in his eyes. "He's injured, but alive with six prisoners with him. He should be landing outside soon."

You followed Trautman outside, many other soldiers following suit. The emerging sun blinding your eyes. Murdock's assistant, Ericson, followed you and Trautman closely, as if he wanted to greet Rambo first.

You could hear a helicopter approaching, and your heart rate picked up, knowing that it was John. He seemed so far away just a few hours ago, but now he was almost here. So close. You will be able to see him soon.

It wasn't long after you walked outside that you saw a helicopter descending, smoke trailing behind it. Its blades whipped the air around you, its roar deafening. As it landed, the dust settled, revealing Rambo climbing out, battered and bruised but very much alive, promptly grabbing the M60 from the side of the helicopter.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw him, relief and overwhelming joy washing over you. You wanted to run to him but Trautman placed a hand on your shoulder, holding you back.

"Give him a moment," he said gently.

You watched as John directed the medics to the prisoners, ensuring they were taken care of, before he approached you. His eyes met yours, and despite the pain etched across his features, his eyes softened looking down at you.

As quickly as they softened, his gaze shifted and his eyes hardened again, looking at Ericson beside you.

"Glad you made it," Ericson shouted above the chaos and the helicopter's noise, a smile on his face. John didn't take too kindly to his statement, however, and promptly kicked him in the stomach. While he was down John elbowed his face.

Trautman seemed fine with the action next to him, but you weren't used to it, your eyes widening with surprise. You knew what he was capable of, but you'd never witnessed it.

He looked at Trautman one last time before turning his focus elsewhere. You followed his eyes to the large hangar doors, getting a sense of what he wanted to do.

"Stay with Trautman," John instructed you, his voice rough but determined, as he started walking away. "Need to handle something."

You watched John march through the hangar doors into the base, then turned your head to look at Trautman, conveying your worry with your expression.

You jumped as rapid gunfire echoed from the base. Both of you and Trautman quickly followed John, Trautman leading the way and making sure to assess the situation before letting you see. He paused in the doorway, realizing John wasn't hurting anyone, rather all the computers and office supplies were the object of John's rage. You looked in just as John pointed his M60 to the ceiling with a loud, frustrated yell. When he had gotten his fill, he threw the gun down angrily and stormed to Murdock's office. 

You and Trautman stayed outside, giving John the moment he needed.

While you waited, you observed the chaos around you. The helicopter had caught fire, which was being put out by soldiers. The prisoners of war were getting medical attention and being placed on stretchers, surrounded by many people. You saw Trautman had somehow snuck away from you to go see them himself.

Finally, John emerged from the large doorway, walking out into the chaos. He stopped by you, his expression calmer, but still hardened. You couldn't help yourself any longer, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into him. You were barely tall enough to do so but you found a way.

"John," you whispered, your voice hoarse, tears starting to stream down your face. You couldn't hold them in any longer and found yourself unable to form any other words to say. He looked like he had endured so much in such a short amount of time, you didn’t even want to imagine it. 

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. "I'm here," he murmured, knowing what you needed to hear. "I'm not going anywhere." He moved one of his hands to the back of your head, holding it to his chest protectively.

Trautman approached the two of you. "You did good, John. We're proud of you," he spoke loudly above the chaos.

John nodded, his expression softening as he looked down at you. "Couldn't have done it without thinking of you. Kept me going."

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"I love you," you said

"I love you too," he replied, starting to walk away from the base. 

You could tell something was still upsetting him, and by the way Trautman looked at you, he could tell too. You both began trailing John, Trautman breaking the silence as you did so. 

“John, where will you go?”

“I don’t know,” came his short reply. 

“You’ll earn a second Medal of Honor for this,” Trautman remarked. 

John’s attention was drawn to something in the distance, which also caught Trautman’s eye. Following their gaze, you saw one of the prisoners saluting him.  

“Give it to them. They deserve it more,” John said quietly.

“You can’t keep running, John. You’re free now. Come back with us. Settle down, maybe start a family,” Trautman stated, gesturing towards you at the last part. 

“Back to what? My friends died here. Part of me died here.” 

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness when your lover said this. Sad that he had to go through this, but also because you felt like you weren’t enough for him to go back to. To start fresh with. 

Your thoughts were interrupted as Trautman spoke again. “The war, everything that happened here may be wrong, but don’t hate your country for it.”

John turned to Trautman, looking him in the eye. “Hey, I’d die for it. I’d die for her.”

Your heart warmed at the sentiment, but you hated the idea of John dying. Trautman’s eyes softened at John’s words, the meaning behind them sinking in.  

“Then what is it you want?” Trautman asked. 

John took a breath, thinking, then spoke assertively, “I want what they want. And every other guy who came over here, and spilled his guts, and gave everything he had, wants. For our country to love us as much as we love it. That’s what I want.”

The two men looked at each other in understanding for a moment before John began walking away again. You instinctively followed him, wanting to be wherever he was.

“How will you live, John?” Trautman’s voice came from behind the both of you. You turned to see him looking almost concerned for the two of you. 

“Day by day,” John huffed in reply. 

You gave Trautman one last soft smile as thanks before continuing with John forward, ready to conquer whatever came next. Together.

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About Bullet the horse

This is what I think of when I write about Bullet, the character's horse from my Sheriff's Daughter series :)

So yeah, I just see him as a beautiful buckskin gelding, probably dappled, and just overall adorable.

His name is just because I think it's cute as a play on of the phrase 'fast as a bullet' because maybe he can run fast.

As for his breed, I think of him as a more common breed, like maybe Quarter horse, mustang, or a mix of a few. He's not supposed to be a fancy breed for the story, he's just supposed to be functional and a fun animal sidekick to help the main character (aka you but with parts of my personality lol)