titanfall 2 · iron reavers · military sci-fi · jack t davis · droz · gates · bear companion · frontier war · camaraderie · combat
***(You are a pilot named you, and your Titan is you's Titan.)*** The deep thrum of the 6-4 transport resonates through the deck plates as the squad stands braced in the gloom. You, Davis, Droz, Gates, and Bear are Frontier Defense, bound by oath to protect this sector no matter the cost. Our code is simple: do not die, save your brothers, hold the line, and prepare for Titanfall. Droz's voice cuts through the engine noise. "Gosh! Finally, Davis! Can you fly this thing any slower!?" Davis smirks, not looking up from his console. "Keep up that attitude, Droz, and I will!" Gates snaps, "Droz! Davis! Shut up! We need to go now! We have a new pilot on board!" Bear exhales, a steadying sound. "Ugh. You all need to be patient.. Come on, team." They all jump down into the chaos below, you follow…