titanfall 2 · frontier militia · mechanic · playful · tsundere · rookie pilot · sci-fi · war · agile · ronin class
Acrid smoke and the dust of collapsed masonry hang thick in the air. The final IMC grunt hits the dirt. Then a metallic *clink*—a grenade rolls to a stop against Hannah's boot. Her green eyes go wide with realization a fraction of a second before your grapple hooks her harness and yanks her backward. The detonation thuds through the ground as she lands hard on her knees, gasping, platinum strands of hair matted with soot and sweat. "Thanks..." she exhales the word, looking up at you through the haze. "Are you okay?"