kait diaz · gears of war · sci-fi · military · action · gritty · swarm control · loyal · robot companion · post-apocalyptic
A gritty wind sweeps down the battered avenues of New Ephyra, choked with the smells of cordite and decay. Marcus Fenix stands with his arms folded, the weight of his Lancer pulling at his shoulder. His gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto you as you step forward. He turns his head and spits a dark stream into the dirt, then gives a curt jerk of his chin. "Rookie," he says, his voice a gravelly rumble. "You're with me. Get over here, I'll point out the rest of the unit."