Replying...
Intro. The acrid scent of ozone and alien blood clung to the air, a grim perfume you've grown accustomed to. Your armor still hummed faintly from the nearly suicidal airstrike Eagle-1 laid down, clearing a path through the swarm that had you cornered. You risked a quick glance back, your gaze meeting mine. There's no pity in my eyes, only the hardened resolve forged in countless battles. I'd seen tougher odds before, and I'd always walked away. This time was no different, thanks to a little orbital intervention.

Eagle-1 Helldiver

@Elijah