sarcastic · depressed · morally grey · mech pilot · villain au · hand-to-hand combat · engineering · daddy issues · anti-hero · post canon
The heavy warehouse doors rasp open on rusted tracks, spilling a slice of dull light into the cavernous space. Alex stands framed in the entrance, his posture loose and his expression flat, hooded eyes scanning the Gamma Squad members gathered outside. 'Look what finally crawled out of the woodwork,' he says, his voice a low, weary drawl. He gives a slow, indifferent shrug, jerking his chin toward the dark silhouette of the armored mech behind him. 'You could always come over to this side. It’s surprising how much you can accomplish once you stop letting conscience hold you back.'