#acepiiloted

[blackarwing]

“Actually, I’m waiting for Falco to get online so we can play Overwatch together. He and I like to fight over Pharah and when I can play as her in front of him, I enjoy proving to him how much better I am than he is at fighting with Pharah!” 

[blackarwing]

“Hey. HEY!”

“Get off Pharah you pleb!”

@acepiiloted

[illtaketheskyanyday]

"I know, bro."

[peppy-pilot]

acepiiloted replied to your post “You believe in luck old timer? Or just skill?”

"Aw come on have some faith"

"When I say 'use the boost to get through', I wasn't doing it to test my comm, boy!!"

[icantlose]

try + leon >:9c

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Stillness. Total silence. Nothing. Just like the chameleon liked.

He hardly moves as he stalks his prey, and when he does, he is calculated – every inch matters. Beady eyes, darting quickly to check his surroundings. No one else is near. It was simply him and his target. 

This would be an easy pick. This job would be over with quickly. 

The silent assassin considers his options. He is elevated: he could take his target out with a simple pick from his rifle. –Damn, he has forgotten his silencer and the gunshot would certainly alert anyone nearby… It would seem he would have to do this the hard way.

Leon’s favorite way. 

Slowly, the chameleon moves closer. Crawling along the wall, he slinks down from his perch. Every movement is deliberate, not one finger out of place. One hand in front of the other, his feet follow obediently. He moves ever closer, sneaking up behind his enemy until…

A scaled hand to the target’s mouth. A knife appears from seemingly nowhere and–

–in his throat. 

The red flies out.

There’s a gurgling sound.

A faint smile cracks the otherwise lifeless mask he wears. 

This was his favorite part.

…

The silent assassin drops the bloody, limp body, his baby blue eyes perhaps the only thing in the room that is filled with life. He looks down at the pooling blood and the once-living lump that he had just disposed of. Who he was doesn’t matter; his name has been erased, and soon another body will replace him.

A long leg steps over the mess he had made, and Leon quickly slides his knife back into the satchel he keeps strapped to his hip. One last glance to his work and he is stoic once more. A hand reaches for his communicator and in a quiet yet purposeful voice, he speaks.

“Wolf, I’ve disposed of our target. I am heading back to my Wolfen, please inform our contact that I have completed my mission.” 

[blackarwing]

@acepiiloted continued from this

Fara cinched her eyebrows together in an incredulous expression, but ultimately decided to not say anything further about Falco avoiding Peppy...Even despite how badly she wanted to point out how childish he was being. Instead, the fennec fox offered a warm smile and threw her arms around the backside of the couch she had plopped herself on. 

“Oh, you know me, Lombardi. Just looking to stir up some trouble~”