Marked

[Reeves]

The return to the hideout was harsh, resisting the urge to buzz Price's residence and bomb it to dust even more so. The only reason he didn't was the fact that someone on his side in this whole debacle was still in play, and doing that would destroy his chances of figuring out who the man in the picture was. This was a rare instance where the line between Morreti and his symbol blurred the most, where persona and person were no longer properly distinguished. The experience thus far had truly made him less of who he was at the start.

Though he passed out the moment his head hit the pillow of his bunk, he wasn't really resting. He was just still for the moment, and a snake never really paused in its motions unless it was poising to lash out and bite. He had more in common with his fellow Xenos in that moment then he ever had before. Sharing in their misery rather than just their mission and ideals.

---

On indefinite hiatus because the current state of gameplay sucks - ping me over discord if replies are needed