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“I’m not stupid, Captain. I saw the look in your eye up there where Frau Engel had you under her thumb. Alraight, the fire is gone out and you’re just on auto-pilot now until you hit the wall. Am i wrong, Captain?”

Probst Wyatt III (Wolfenstein II: The New Colossus) hello yes i have a new son

renegade-shepard-archived

everyone’s expecting me to pick up the torch…

monolipton

I love this man.

"Wyatt! Come in, Private Wyatt!" The Scottish voice blared through Wyatt's radio, but the kid couldn't comprehend the words. The engine shrieked. The whole plane was going down. Shot with shrapnel. Losing altitude fast. "It's going down!" he screamed into his reciever as he pulled up on the plane's controls as hard as he could— a useless effort. The wings were aflame and broken. "I can't control it!"

"Private Wyatt! I need you to lis—" Fergus' frantic voice cut out, one instant there, the next the line transmitting nothing but static.

Wyatt's head was spinning. His chest was tight. Bile rose in his throat. His eyesight blurred with hot tears.

And then... everything went back.

....

...

.... And then, warmth. Warmth, and... the smell of incense? Tea, maybe? How was he even alive?!

[ @starofvirtue gets a direct crossover starter, Because. Don't reblog if you're not him. ]

#starofvirtue #closed threads.