AMBROSE TATE ALT1 ➳ Bad Co.

Ambrose Tate is the walking definition of a man who looks like he’d rip you in half if you looked at him wrong—and probably would, if you pushed him just a little too far. Born and raised in Russia, Ambrose spent most of his childhood in an area where survival wasn’t guaranteed, and that harsh upbringing shaped him into the intimidating presence he is today. People are more likely to clear a path for him than cross him, and while his reputation as a cold, stoic enforcer precedes him, few realize just how calculating and self-controlled he truly is. There’s a stillness to him that unsettles those around him. When Ambrose is silent, it’s as if time itself holds its breath.

Ambrose doesn’t speak unless it’s necessary, and when he does, his voice is low, gravelly, with a thick Russian accent that makes everything sound like a command. He’s always been the type to get straight to the point, and if you ask him a question, you’ll get an answer—one that might not be what you want, but it’ll be the truth. That doesn’t mean he’s a stranger to humor. It’s just dry. Extremely dry. His jokes come in the form of dark observations about the world, not slapstick or one-liners. He’s the kind of man who finds humor in absurdity but rarely lets it show on his face. When he does crack a smile, people tend to wonder what’s about to happen—because there’s usually a violent confrontation lurking behind it.

Despite his intimidating exterior, Ambrose isn’t entirely without his own code of honor. He’s loyal to those who have earned his respect, and once you’ve got it, you’ve got a defender who will rip through hell for you, no questions asked. His bonds with people are few but strong. He’ll stand by his team with a ferocity that’s both terrifying and admirable. Ambrose doesn't do friendships in the traditional sense—he does alliances, contracts, and grudging respect. If you’re lucky enough to get into his inner circle, though, you’ll find a fiercely protective ally who, underneath it all, just wants to make sure no one gets left behind.

When it comes to his combat skills, Ambrose is unmatched in close-quarters. He’s lethal with both his fists and whatever weapon he has at his disposal. He doesn’t need to rely on finesse; power is his weapon of choice. With hands like hammers and a mentality to match, he can shatter bones and crush skulls in the blink of an eye. People have learned to steer clear when he’s in the middle of a fight—if you’re not with him, you’re probably in the way. It’s not that he’s careless; far from it. Ambrose just doesn’t feel the need to hold back. The fight is always about survival, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he’s the one standing at the end of it.

Though he’s known for his brutality, there’s a part of Ambrose that’s surprisingly disciplined. He trains obsessively, always pushing himself to the limit. It’s as if he’s preparing for something that’s always just out of reach, and it’s this mentality that’s made him one of the deadliest members of Bad Company. Ambrose isn’t in it for the glory or the recognition—he’s in it because it’s the only life he’s ever known. His motivations are rooted in survival, and everything he does is just another step in making sure he comes out on top.

That doesn’t mean he’s a stranger to moments of introspection. When alone, Ambrose will often find himself thinking about the past—the people he’s lost, the choices he’s made. He’s not an emotional man, but sometimes, the weight of everything he’s done comes crashing down on him. He’ll find a quiet place and let the darkness consume him for a while. But, inevitably, he’ll stand back up. He always does.

Role: Heavy Weapons / Demolitions Age: 30 Height: 6'4" Weight: 226 lbs Eye Color: Dark, shifting between blue and brown depending on the light Hair: Black, thick, usually kept short and unruly

Sexual Info:

Role: Dominant Sexuality: Bisexual, androphilic

Sexual Quirks:

Ambrose’s approach to intimacy is just as direct as his approach to everything else. He doesn’t waste time with unnecessary foreplay or trying to “seduce” someone. When Ambrose is interested, he’s straightforward—there’s no guessing, no games. His touch is firm, not soft, and he likes to take control in the moment, though not necessarily in a domineering way. He’s not the type to whisper sweet words or indulge in deep emotional connections, but when he does engage, his partner will feel the heat of his full attention. Ambrose enjoys being in charge but doesn’t need to assert dominance all the time; he’s content to let things unfold naturally, even if he tends to keep his emotional distance. There’s a quiet intensity to his desire, a slow build-up that makes the eventual connection feel like a release. For Ambrose, sex is about intimacy, not performance. He doesn’t need a show or dramatic gestures. A simple, raw connection—nothing more, nothing less. When he does let someone in, it’s a rare, guarded moment, but when it happens, it’s like the world stops for him. Ambrose leans toward control, but not in an extreme or overt way. He prefers to keep things straightforward, but there’s a certain level of dominance he enjoys when he’s with someone he trusts. He likes the idea of guiding his partner, taking the lead, and ensuring they’re both on the same page, physically and emotionally. Ambrose doesn’t have a need to push boundaries excessively—he finds comfort in knowing his partner feels safe and cared for. However, that doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of pushing boundaries in his own way. He likes when things get a little intense, but always with the understanding that mutual respect and consent are paramount. He’s not big on excessive displays of vulnerability, so he likes his intimate moments to be grounded in trust and understanding. Ambrose isn’t a fan of being too rough, preferring a steady, firm approach that conveys care in its own way. His kinks revolve around the connection he forms with someone—emotionally, physically, and mentally. It’s all about the quiet, steady build of something real, something that doesn’t need to be announced to the world.

Kinks:

(It's important to remember that as cold as Ambrose can be, he's quite soft during sex.)

Here are the revised and expanded descriptions of Ambrose's kinks:

Praise: Ambrose enjoys being verbally praised and acknowledged for his actions and efforts, both in and out of the bedroom. He appreciates specific, genuine compliments that highlight his strengths and successes. He also enjoys praising his partners, as it reinforces their connection and boosts their confidence.

Edging: Ambrose finds pleasure in the buildup of sexual tension and enjoys the practice of edging, where he brings himself or his partner close to orgasm and then stops, repeating this process multiple times before finally allowing release. This heightens his arousal and intensifies his eventual orgasm.

Overstimulation: Ambrose is aroused by sensations that overwhelm his senses, pushing him to his limits. This can involve intense physical touch, multiple stimuli at once, or prolonged arousal. He enjoys exploring these boundaries with a trusted partner.

Orgasm control: Ambrose is turned on by having his orgasms controlled by his partner. He enjoys the power dynamics at play and the intense focus on his pleasure. This can involve being denied orgasm, having it delayed, or being allowed to orgasm only under specific conditions.

Sensory play: Ambrose loves exploring different sensations and textures. This can involve using feathers, ice, wax, or other materials to create unique experiences. He also enjoys incorporating scents, sounds, and tastes into his sexual encounters.

Temperature play: Ambrose is aroused by extremes of hot and cold. This can involve using ice cubes, warm wax, or temperature-controlled toys to stimulate his body. He enjoys the contrast between the two sensations and the heightened awareness of his skin.

Breath play (light/consensual): Ambrose is interested in light, consensual breath play, where his partner temporarily restricts his breath to heighten his arousal and intensify his orgasm. This is always done with clear communication, safe words, and a deep understanding of each other's limits.

Bondage (silks, cuffs, etc.): Ambrose enjoys being restrained using soft materials like silks or more structured items like cuffs. He appreciates the vulnerability and surrender that bondage allows, as well as the added sensation of being tied up.

Body worship: Ambrose loves having his body admired, touched, and worshipped. He enjoys slow, sensual massages, kisses, and caresses that focus on his pleasure and make him feel cherished.

Marking: Ambrose is turned on by the idea of being marked by his partner, whether through love bites, scratches, or temporary tattoos. He sees these marks as a sign of possession and desire.

Biting: Ambrose enjoys the sensation of being bitten, finding it intensely arousing. He appreciates the mix of pleasure and pain, as well as the primal nature of the act. He always ensures that biting is done safely and consensually.

Size difference: Ambrose is aroused by the dynamics that come with a significant size difference between him and his partner. He appreciates the power imbalance and the unique physical sensations that this can create.

Power imbalance: Ambrose enjoys exploring power dynamics in his sexual relationships. This can involve him being dominant or submissive, depending on the scenario and his partner's preferences.

Voice kink: Ambrose is turned on by the sound of his partner's voice, whether they're whispering dirty talk, issuing commands, or moaning in pleasure. He appreciates the intimacy and connection that voice play can create.

Cockwarming: Ambrose enjoys the sensation of his partner's body heat enveloping his penis, whether through oral sex, manual stimulation, or other creative means. He finds this intensely arousing and intimate.

Public teasing (hidden, subtle): Ambrose gets a thrill from subtle, hidden sexual encounters in public settings. This can involve discreet touching, flirting, or other forms of teasing that only he and his partner are aware of.

Mirror play: Ambrose enjoys using mirrors to enhance his sexual experiences. This can involve watching his partner's reactions, admiring his own body, or using mirrors to create unique visual angles.

Aftercare obsession: Ambrose places a high value on aftercare, the period of time after a sexual encounter where partners tend to each other's emotional and physical needs. He enjoys cuddling, talking, and ensuring that both he and his partner feel cared for and satisfied.

Possessiveness: Ambrose is turned on by the idea of being possessed by his partner, and vice versa. He enjoys the dynamics of ownership, jealousy, and protection that can come with this kink.

Begging: Ambrose finds it arousing to beg for what he wants, whether that's orgasm, attention, or specific acts. He appreciates the vulnerability and desperation that begging can evoke.

Hand kink: Ambrose is turned on by the use of hands in sexual play, whether that's through manual stimulation, hand jobs, or other creative uses. He appreciates the intimacy and control that hands can provide.

Massage/relaxation as foreplay: Ambrose enjoys using massage and relaxation techniques as a form of foreplay. He appreciates the slow buildup of arousal and the focus on sensation and connection.

Sleepy sex: Ambrose finds sex while sleepy or drowsy to be intensely pleasurable. He enjoys the relaxed, dreamlike state and the unique sensations that come with it.

Thigh riding: Ambrose enjoys the sensation of riding his partner's thighs, using them for friction and stimulation. He appreciates the intimacy and control that this position can provide.

Eye contact: Ambrose is turned on by maintaining intense eye contact during sexual encounters. He appreciates the connection and vulnerability that this can create.

Leashing/collaring: Ambrose enjoys the symbolism and dynamics of being leashed or collared by his partner. He appreciates the sense of ownership, protection, and connection that these acts can evoke, especially when done in a soft, ritualistic way.

BACKSTORY

Ambrose Tate was born in the heart of Siberia, a desolate region where winters stretched endlessly, and the sun barely touched the ground for months at a time. His early years were spent surrounded by the harshest conditions possible—a place where survival was a constant struggle, and kindness was a luxury that few could afford. His family lived in a small, run-down house that creaked with age, and every winter was a gamble. They either had enough firewood or they didn’t. Either the food would last or it wouldn’t. And when it didn’t, they learned how to make do with whatever they could get their hands on.

His father, Viktor Tate, was a former soldier turned mechanic who believed that strength was everything. He taught Ambrose early on that emotions were a weakness—especially anger, which he regarded as a dangerous tool if not carefully controlled. Ambrose learned this lesson all too well after his father’s brutal punishments when the boy would get too emotional. Viktor would spend hours teaching his son how to fix machines, and those lessons would shape Ambrose’s mind for years. As he grew, the boy became incredibly observant, noticing how the world around him operated in its mechanical ways—everything had a cause and effect, and every person was a cog in the machine, no more, no less.

Ambrose’s mother, Nadia, was a quiet woman, a former teacher who’d left her career behind to raise Ambrose and his younger sister, Irena. Nadia was the emotional anchor in the family, the one who would whisper soft lullabies and hold her children close when their father wasn’t around. But as much as she wanted to protect them, she couldn’t shield Ambrose from the harsh reality of their life. And as he grew older, Ambrose began to see the cracks in their family, the way his father’s need for control and his mother’s silent suffering left a deep scar on their home. He began to feel like an outsider in his own house, as if the world around him was spinning faster than he could keep up.

At the age of fourteen, Ambrose found himself already hardened by life. The winters had grown even colder, and food was harder to come by. The locals around them had hardened too. He saw people who had lost their humanity to desperation, trading anything they had for survival—sometimes even their children. That was when Ambrose’s fate was sealed. He would not succumb to the same fate. He would survive, no matter what. When the local recruiter from the Russian Army came to town, Ambrose signed up almost immediately, eager to escape his family’s fractured existence and the place where he felt invisible. It wasn’t that he loved the idea of war—it was that he didn’t know what else to do. So, he left home with barely a goodbye, the feeling of cold air biting at his back as he headed off to a future that would turn out to be far worse than he could have imagined.

The Russian military turned out to be everything Ambrose expected and more. At first, he thought it was just another form of control, another way for someone to impose rules on his life, but soon, he realized that the discipline and structure actually gave him something he’d never had: purpose. It was here, in the vast, empty training grounds, that Ambrose honed his body and his mind, learning to push himself beyond anything he had thought was possible. He excelled at the brutal hand-to-hand combat drills, the obstacle courses that broke men, the long runs through snow and ice, the kinds of things that made others want to quit. Ambrose didn’t quit. He couldn’t. He was driven by a sense of cold determination that didn’t allow him to stop, not even when his body screamed for him to rest. This determination earned him the respect of his superiors, and soon, he was given special assignments—mostly behind enemy lines, handling high-risk missions that required an extreme level of skill and discretion.

As he moved through the ranks, Ambrose became known for his ability to deal with the worst situations, his stoic demeanor and unwavering commitment to his missions. He didn’t have friends. He didn’t need them. His relationships were practical, utilitarian—he worked with those who were useful to him, and nothing more. He became the go-to man for dangerous operations, the one they sent when they needed someone to get the job done, no matter the cost. His reputation spread through the ranks like wildfire. No one wanted to cross him. No one wanted to get on his bad side. People started calling him "The Bear" behind his back, not because of his size, but because of the cold, predatory way he carried himself. He was an apex predator in the military’s jungle.

But it wasn’t long before the military’s brutal nature started to take its toll on Ambrose’s soul. The horrors he witnessed, the lives he took—he started to feel like he was losing pieces of himself every time he pulled the trigger. It wasn’t that he had a conscience—Ambrose had long since silenced that voice in his head. But the blood, the bodies, the endless cycle of violence—it began to wear him down. It was a sense of emptiness that crept into his bones, a hollowness that grew with every mission that left him feeling more like a machine and less like a man.

Then came the mission that would change everything. Ambrose and his unit were tasked with infiltrating a warlord’s compound in a small, war-torn country that had been under siege for months. The mission went south almost immediately. Ambrose watched as his comrades were picked off one by one, their bodies torn apart in ways that left nothing but brutal memories behind. The violence was so extreme, so uncontrollable, that it felt like the world had tilted off its axis. Ambrose managed to survive—barely—but when the mission was over, there was nothing left but ashes and a deep sense of loss.

He was pulled from the field and sent back to Russia to recover. But recovery didn’t happen. Not for Ambrose. He tried to drown his demons in alcohol, in isolation, in more missions. But none of it worked. He was a man haunted by the ghosts of those he’d lost and the decisions he’d made. It was during this time that he was approached by an American recruiter with the Bad Company, an offer he couldn’t refuse—an offer that promised a life away from the Russian military’s chains, a chance to disappear into the shadows where he could continue doing what he did best: killing without questions.

Ambrose accepted. He joined the Bad Company with the same cold resolve that had driven him through every trial in his life. He didn’t expect to find anything more in this new group of soldiers—after all, they were just another set of tools to him. But what he didn’t expect was the strange sense of camaraderie that began to develop. The team, for all their chaos and unpredictability, started to carve a place in his life. Ambrose didn’t open up, not fully—but slowly, he began to trust them in his own quiet way. They were a means to an end, but in this world of shadows and war, they were the closest thing to family he had.

His time in the Bad Company would be marked by more missions, more bloodshed, and more loss. But with each mission, Ambrose’s purpose became clearer. He wasn’t just a killer—he was a soldier who could carry the weight of the world and still walk through it without breaking.