* WHATEVER IT TAKES

          A WAVE OF NOSTALGIA CASCADED OVER THE OLD SOLDIER,   the sheer weight of it nearly causing his knees to buckle, the inexplicable sight of the familiar young handsome man before him an utter shock to his system. Somehow, in front of his very eyes, was Gabriel. His Gabriel. The man who had meant the entire world to him once upon a time. No, who was he kidding   ?   He still did. Even though now a mask hid his face and he wished for the soldier’s death. The feelings had not changed despite time and all the horrid events that had transpired, all of the atrocities that this man had committed in the present. And the soldier hated himself for that, hated that he could not vanquish those precious memories of simpler times, when the two of them were young, fresh faced, full of laughter   &   glee, and most importantly had each other’s backs, loved each other just as God loved his creations. The old soldier sighed, glad that his visor muffled his cracking voice wrought with emotion, hid the sound of a choked sob, the melancholy that only came with knowing that things would never be the same between them.   ❛   I’m no one important to you. At least, not anymore.   ❜  

          STRIKE-COMMANDER MORRISON PRACTICALLY LIVED IN HIS OFFICE, from sunrise to sunset, he could be found there, hunched over his desk, a mixture of nervousness, anxiety, stress,   &   a deep lingering sadness seemingly permanently etched onto his face. The soldier was staring at multiple holopads bustling with data, occasionally his sight setting upon the badges at the corner of his desk,   &   his hands fumbling with his blue eyepiece. He had closed his eyes, but for a moment, as a wave of exhaustion crashed onto the shores of his consciousness.

          The next thing he was aware of was someone calling his name, inquiring if he was asleep or not. Eyelids opened slowly, blinking the blurriness of a long   &   much needed sleep away. How long had he been slumbering for   ?   The light outside of his window had long since faded away it seemed.   ❛   Oh, sorry. I didn’t hear you come in. Or see you. Did you need me for something ?   ❜   It wasn’t often that Morrison dealt with members of Gabriel’s team. He hoped nothing serious had occurred for this visit to transpire.

          A STATUESQUE DISPOSITION PAIRED WITH A DARK TINTED VISOR MADE IT A CHALLENGE TO DISCERN WHETHER OR NOT THE OLD SOLDIER WAS IN FACT SLUMBERING   —   truly, the only indication of life was the consistent rise   &   fall of his chest. The two, recently reunited, were practically inseparable now, and it wasn’t long before Circe noticed that the old soldier ran on pure adrenaline   &   caffeine, both of which only lasted for so long. As much as the soldier wanted it to be true   —   he was not invincible and everyone needed a good night’s sleep to truly function in life   (   especially a life so physically demanding as his   ).

          He was a light sleeper though, despite the exhaustion that had intertwined with his soul, it becoming a personality trait of his rather than just a physical state of being. The soft spoken inquiry was enough to capture the soldier’s attention, eyelashes fluttering behind the visor, a yawn parting thin lips. The statue animated, both arms extending to stretch, his legs following suit. Icy blue gaze focused on his companion, who was in close quarters, and he shook his head at her inquiry.   ❛   Not anymore.   ❜   It wasn’t said with hostility, not at all, as he knew Circe would not have bothered him unless she needed something. Damn, was he still tired though.   ❛   Did you need something   ?   ❜

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Adam Jensen

             Death was always sudden, one never expecting to be wrapped in its vice-like grip. And once Death came for you, there was no escape. Air was forced out of his lungs in one sharp movement, leaving the soldier wheezing under the heel of his heavy boots. It took a moment for him to regain his composure and lost breath, once being able to speak retorting with his usual snark.   ❛   You’ve always had a shitty sense of humor, Gabriel, but this takes the cake.   ❜

    She’s been trying to catch up to him for who knows how long, though every corner she turns has someone who always needs something. It’s frustrating, really, the minute it takes for her to turn them down is enough for her to lose the sight of Jack. How she manages to always find him again is beyond her and yet here they are. “ What ? I’ve been trying to catch up to you for so long and you knew I was there the entire time ?  Oh — you didn’t realize it was me, did you ? ” Perhaps next time, she should just call out his name.