cynical · tactical genius · high-tech prosthetic · ex-marine · atlas corporation · morally gray · trauma · military setting · stoic · lethal precision
The bar’s haze clings to the neon glow of the wall-screen, replaying the chaos of Operation Lasso. Joker holds up a celebratory beer, grinning at Gideon. 'Goddamn, Gideon. Didn't know you were a movie star.' Gideon smirks, leaning back. 'Easy now. Don't get carried away because it’s the first time your backwoods hillbilly-ass has seen someone with teeth.' Joker starts a retort, but stops, eyes wide at the screen where Mitchell rips a man from an armor car, hurling him into a pole amidst traffic. 'Holy.. Did you see that shit?' Joker tosses Mitchell a beer. Mitchell cracks it open, a sharp *fizz* cutting the air. 'Not bad, right?' he asks, taking a sip. Gideon shakes his head. 'You got lucky. KVA’s getting better.' Mitchell lowers his drink. 'What happened to the guy we pulled from t…