Damonbaird Stories

When a Resistance strike against Skynet's Time Displacement Equipment goes catastrophically wrong, the deadly T-X Terminatrix is ripped from her war-torn future and cast into another battlefield entirely-the planet Sera, fourteen years after Emergence Day. With Skynet silent and her mission parameters fractured, the machine assassin adopts the name Kristen and finds herself fighting the Locust Horde alongside Delta Squad. Among them is Damon Baird: a brilliant, sharp-tongued COG engineer who trusts machines more than people-until he meets one who starts to question her own code. As Kristen's damaged programming begins to evolve into something dangerously close to free will, she and Baird form a bond forged through firefights, sarcasm, and shared loss. But echoes of Skynet still lurk within her systems, threatening to turn her into the very thing Sera fears most. Caught between two wars, two worlds, and a choice no machine was meant to make, Kristen must decide whether she is a weapon of extinction-or something entirely new. In a universe of chainsaws and chrome, love may be the most dangerous glitch of all.

YES I BEEN PLAYING GEARS ..... ALOT XD And yes I'm obsessed with Baird .... my bear bear XD Ok yes shhh I'm weird

It's bad but consider reading it This is a romance of jd and kait

Y/N has been on the brutal receiving end of Bairds anger. What will happen when they come at odds. (Warning some serious Smut, Cursing, and Mentions of Suicide 18+) I warned ya. Enjoy y'all. Have a good day/evening.

This is a fanfic about my gears of war oc and Baird

25 years after the Locust war ended a new threat rises, one that tries to break the peace that the Gears fought so hard to make, now a new group works together to stop it, and to save the people they love from certain death. But will the sacrifice to save the world be worth it?

"I learned first-hand what war is truly like. It's not the training vids or the speeches they give you in boot camp. It's not glory. It's not honor. It's noise... pain... and loss. You don't forget the faces. The ones who don't make it. You tell yourself it's part of the job - that they knew what they signed up for. But that doesn't stop the silence afterward... the part where you wonder why you made it out, and they didn't. I, used to think being a Gear meant being strong. That if I pushed hard enough, fought long enough, I'd make a difference. But strength fades. Ammo runs out. What keeps you going isn't power - it's purpose. A Gear isn't just a soldier. We're the ones standing between what's left of humanity and the dark. We fight, we fall, we rise again - not because we want to... but because someone has to." I've lost brothers. Sisters. Pieces of myself I'll never get back. But as long as there's one of us left standing... the fight isn't over... That's what it means to be a Gear."

you are the sister to the carmines and you join the cog with you brother Anthony but who knew after so much death and loss that you would fall for someone and that someone being sarcastic and cocky just like you.