>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/45240354/>General Pastebin: pastebin.com/u/TaskForceKaz>Twitter: https://twitter.com/TaskForceKazAfter recalling your demons back into the mobile COMP, you start swimming towards the distant figure of Fitz. No-man-left-behind is a generally good policy to follow, and it would reflect poorly on you as team leader. Not to mention the fact that you still haven’t yelled at her for diving into the water without waiting for your orders. It’s a toss-up at this point as to which one is the primary motivation for hauling ass towards her position.
But at any rate, it seems that Fitz isn’t likewise content to leave you hanging in the water by yourself. She’s also swimming in your general direction, with her strokes easily and effortlessly outpacing yours. And the kicker? In spite of being covered in bruises and light scrapes, she doesn’t seem to be even winded in the slightest.
Good Christ, what a monster of a woman.
Eventually, you both meet up at a point that’s at least a good ten-fifteen feet from the shallows. Here, it’s about six or five feet deep, give or take a few inches with the rising and declining swell of the tide. Far enough from the riptide to tread water indefinitely and, if the need arise, shout at her.
With as jaunty of a wave as she can without going under the surface, she flags you down with her usual trademark smirk stretched across her mouth, albeit slightly subdued due to slight exhaustion. “Well that happened,” she breathlessly says. “I dunno about you, Sawbones, but I never, ever wanna do that ever again. Next time we go up against a demonic water horse, you can take a turn at playin' water cowboy."
>Choose how to start the discussion.>“I'm glad to see you aren’t hurt.” [Pleasant]>“Don’t ever fucking do that again.” [Reprimand]>Custom option. 