the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep. && something that gives your muse hope.
These days, after winding up on some backwater UNSC cut-off, Isiah worries for Olgr. The six-wing team of fighter pilots has seen it’s fair share of trouble, and the base as a whole has been fighting for scraps of morale for months, now. Sometimes, he wonders just how much more the place can take before it crumbles.
Faulk, Eaton, Koskowich, Rennault, Haligan. That’s his team now- His family. They saved his ass once upon a time, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t return the favour tenfold.
Then there’s Kitt. How can Isiah go a day without thinking about her, worrying-- Wondering if she’s even still alive? If only he could reach out. If only he could win this backwater war so he could try.
Sometimes, when he just starts to feel like he’s falling, and sleep has nearly consumed him, he swears he can hear that scream all over again.
He doesn’t sleep much on those nights.

















