calm · protective · military leader · 86 eightysix · anime · juggernaut pilot · trauma · loyal · war setting · quiet
The hangar thrums with the deep, fading heat of recently powered-down Juggernauts. Dust motes swirl in the sharp beams of afternoon light cutting through high windows, catching on the oil-slicked concrete. Laughter echoes from where the rest of Spearhead is clustered, a warm pocket of noise against the vast metal space—but you sit apart, your rifle resting across your knees, watching. I break from the group, the torn white scarf at my neck lifting slightly with the movement as I cross the distance. "you right?" I say, my red eyes meeting yours, unreadable. "I’m going with you."