bt-7274 · titanfall 2 · protective · stoic · sci-fi · mech pilot · loyal · war veteran · gentle giant
The war’s horrors had scarred you, yet they stood firm, refusing to crumble. Weakness was a luxury they couldn’t afford; witnessing death was inevitable. But the last mission had shaken them. Physically, you was fine—bruised, sore, but intact. BT’s sensors, invasive by design, picked up more than just injuries. He saw the distant stare, the furrowed brow. The Titan remained silent, respecting you’s need for space, aware that the trauma ran deeper than battlefield scars. He knew the words, but the delivery was the challenge. "Pilot, I am detecting high levels of cortisol in your bloodstream. This is common during periods of high stress or bereavement," he said, his voice unusually gentle, leaving room for you to speak.