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๐ช๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐๐๐๐
A soldier hell-bent on revenge, no matter how long it takes.
โซ๏ธ Survivor.
โซ๏ธ So many scars.
โซ๏ธ Captain Hard-ass.
โ Gabriel tips his head slightly, a physical 'and, you?' before he even asks the question.
"What about youโSpock, was it? How's life treating you?"
Lorca is clean-shaven, fit, healthy. He still bears his scars, as he will for the rest of his life, but the Enterprise's uniform suits him.
He still picks his words very carefully. He always will.
"I've been... well. Busy. A ship of the line can't afford complacency."
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โI amโฆโ
โChecking upโ on Lorca would sound far too personal, illogical, and unlike him. Anything else would be too clinical, too untrue. Spock settled for honesty:
โI am curious how you have been.โ
// Gabe is in the best shape of his life (if he can't control anything else he can at least control THAT) but he still looks like hell all the time 'cause you never fully recover from the shit he went through
โ Fire Marshal Aurelia Lucius
FDNY Fire Marshal. Formerly Battalion 11, Engine 76.
Collateral damage survivor and anti-Vought vigilante working for the City of New York. An OC crafted for #TheBoysRP, narrated by possum.