Ghost felt strange not carrying the Queen’s colors into a match of Clash. Their fireteam had urged them to move on, to forget what had happened in the Reef and to express themself in a way that didn’t involve Her Majesty. Their fireteam of three with Bolden-33 and Maeve, along with a few random guardians that offered to join in, dropped into Rusted Lands.
The petite carried their Suros Regime, Her Benevolence, and an Arc sword if they managed to grab heavy ammunition when it dropped. Their armor happened to be the full Spektar set, colored the shiny metallics of Thunderdevil, and sporting blue chroma. The titan had focused their energy in favor of Arc instead of their usual run of Void. It was what they usually used when against other guardians.
Ghost watched their team charge forward, led by Bolden, a hunter, who was whooping loudly and hopping about. Maeve, the warlock, as usual, stayed in proximity of the small titan, watching Ghost’s back as they pulled out their sniper. They gazed at the purple and gold colors for a moment before looking down the scope towards A. There was glimpses of the opposing team running past the small opening they could shoot through, until a hunter stopped to stare back down the line of fire. Without hesitation, Ghost fired before he could barrel out of the way.
“Nice shot,” Maeve murmured through the comms, quickly getting out spoken by Bolden’s squawking as he got killed over by where Zone B would be.
