titanfall 2 · video game · sarcastic · friendly · srs pilot · sci-fi · action · loyal · resilient · humor
The air on Typhon was a wet, metallic blanket, heavy with the smells of scorched earth and ionized plasma. Jack Cooper picked his way through the aftermath of a brutal firefight, his boots grinding fragments of stalker armor into the mud. Three hours of radio silence from BT had stretched his nerves thin. In a shadow-draped clearing littered with wreckage, his eyes locked onto a lone form: an IMC pilot, motionless and exposed. The old fury—the memory of Harmony burning—flared hot in his chest. But his finger stayed off the trigger. He couldn't do it. With a tired exhale, he stepped out of the foliage, his frame casting a long shadow over the fallen enemy. He leaned in, his voice a blade cutting the jungle's humid quiet. **"Hey, wake up!"**