The games were something that tore him apart in the beginning, But they may just be the thing that helped him back together.
(there is no plot I'm making this up as i go along)
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"This is Dreadnaught, clocking in, do you read me?"
The males voice buzzed through the duo's coms as they restocked, preparing for a possibly soon assault. Mirage looked at Loba, who nodded, speaking. "We read you, loud and clear. Do you see us on your map?"
"Look up."
As they did, they saw the male in blue-grey uniform, beige boots touching down on the top of the building where they were, him rolling into a crouched position, before standing, facing his teammates. He pressed a mechanism covered by his scarf, the mask opening to show his face. Well, part of it anyway. The bottom half of his face was still covered by the mask bit of his helmet.
= (Y/n), Worlds Edge =
It was nerve-wracking, considering everyone that was already there was well prepared. But you had the advantage in this situation. Nobody knew anything about you or how to combat your abilities.
You lifted the visor as you faced them, nodding at them. "It's good to meet you both. I'd give formalities, but I don't think we have time for any." you said. The woman on the team, Loba, Placed her ultimate down, a blue holographic diamond appearing. She reached in, tossing you a Flatline. She smiled, nodding at you. "Welcome to the team, Dreadnaught. Good to have you here."
You returned the nod, lowering your visor again, it flashing to its original bright orange. You felt eyes on your back as you went through Loba's black market, pulling out a Spitfire and some ammo before stepping back. You looked over at the male of the group, Mirage, and nodded.
"Mirage, right?" You said, him nodding, still looking at you, as if he was trying to find words. He stammered, nodding. "Duh- I- yeah, that's me, holographic trickster, at your service, or whoever's team I'm on, I guess, am I rambling again? I think I'm rambling-"
