@thefixer, starter call . . . ,
she can hold her own. she doesn’t look it. like a threat. but she can be, when she needs to be. it’s not something she actively chooses to embrace, because what experience she has in situations like this comes from a time bathed in blood, tainted by death and destruction and she doesn’t like to think about it, doesn’t like that it taught her things she shouldn’t know. but martha can’t change it, and she can’t wholly ignore it either. ❝ have you got another ? ❞ she asks quietly, crouched by mia’s side. how she ended up dragged in to things like this, she will never understand. but she owes mia her life : martha doesn’t take that lightly.
eyes are drawn to mia, and she nods towards the gun in her hand. she hates using them, hates the way they feel in her hand, hates that she knows how to use it ... but she’s carried her own since the year. usually on assignment with unit - but she has one locked away too. brown eyes rise, meeting mia’s, and martha shrugged. ❝ i’m a decent shot ... i can help. ❞ it goes against everything she believes in, it goes against her very character, but martha is practical, and a realist, and she, more than anyone, knew that sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive.














