It’s been three bloody days of street to street fighting, and Jack’s all but forgotten how to be soft or human.
This, as usual with these sorts of things, is @joasakura‘s fault.
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Gunfire still echoes in the distance where their relief is clearing scattered remnants of the omnic forces out of the city, but Baton Rouge is theirs again. After a week-long battle, Jack and all the others who were embroiled in the main action have been released to get about a week of sleep. It’s a fucking relief to drag his sorry furball ass back behind the lines, even if the reality that the fighting is over—for him, at least—has yet to sink in.
It’s been three filthy, bloody days of street to street combat against murderous walking toaster ovens that don’t need to eat or sleep. Being closer to robots than anybody else the humans have on hand, the SEP soldiers bore the brunt of the fighting. Jack’d say he felt like death warmed over if somebody asked, but it’d be more honest to say he doesn’t feel anything at all quite yet. The world still consists of enemy, ally, and sudden movement. His full range of emotions are currently ‘startled,’ ‘well shit’ and ‘die motherfucker.’
And then there’s Gabriel, standing by the back hatch of one of the APCs, staring at each face that passes his field of view like one of them might contain the secrets of the universe, and Jack sucks in a deep, asphalt-scented breath as he remembers there are things in the world outside of combat theatres.
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