#xmatthias

[theghostlyhero]

location: the trail @thefrozenhero

As much as Morgan appreciated the nature around Paragon, today the mountain side was his target practice. Here, he could be alone in the open to let out anger without judgement. The phantom wasn't used to feeling this way, but letting it out would be better in the long run than caging it. His ghost beam fired loud necrotic blasts, planting holes that kicked with dust in their wake.

He was sweating, not from the effort, but all the emotions spinning through his mind. The mission, Hot Shot, Charlie, the team. The caped adversary. Grabbing hold of his wrist, Morgan's brows furrowed and the hand gave out two more piercing blasts at the hill. Leaving the valley disturbed, silent. Hopefully the birds would return someday.

Finally forfeiting, Morgan's arms fell limp at his sides while he floated above the cliffside. "You got it done." He mutters to himself, swirling about. "... It's done."

[theghostlyhero]

@thefrozenhero location: paragon gym

Somewhere between the last recovery period and Morgan's all consuming psychological spiral, what went missing was one big, not-so-cuddly Russian. During the first few weeks, the phantom expected the pair to be inseparable, but Paragon was far bigger than initially pictured. They'd been pulled around from all sides, but it was a relief to see Matthias. A focal point.

Winded, Morgan had spent the morning on a run. Indoors, given the stacked snow outside. Over and over he ran the circle, dodged and jumped obstacles, till he felt just about ready to puke. This energy had to go somewhere. He had to think of anything but the piles of torn civilian bodies. Ryan's burnt marshmallow frame. Charlie's pained tears.

"Circled back, did ya?" Morgan mocked with a sharp smirk, certain Matthias would understand his boyish sarcasm. "'not looking too bad... considering."