He can't breathe. That's the defining memory, the one that wraps around his chest like a vice every night. The crushing pain in his lungs and the burning in his throat as the pitiful amount of air sealed inside the armor with him runs out.
The funny thing is that at the time he wasn't afraid. The second the HUD threw up that incoming nuke, he'd known implicitly what he had to do, and the acceptance that it would mean his death hadn't even been on a conscious level. It had to be done. Simple as that. And as the searing white blastwave of the explosion had blossomed soundlessly against the star-strewn expanse of space, silhouetting the spidery black shapes of the chitauri motherships, he'd felt an eerie calm as he slipped from consciousness in the certainty of never waking up.
In that moment it all seemed so simple. But then he had woken up, and suddenly there was a whole lot of aftermath he hadn't been prepared to deal with. Suddenly he had to pull himself together and move past it and go on functioning. In his waking hours he
( ... )
Comments 1
The funny thing is that at the time he wasn't afraid. The second the HUD threw up that incoming nuke, he'd known implicitly what he had to do, and the acceptance that it would mean his death hadn't even been on a conscious level. It had to be done. Simple as that. And as the searing white blastwave of the explosion had blossomed soundlessly against the star-strewn expanse of space, silhouetting the spidery black shapes of the chitauri motherships, he'd felt an eerie calm as he slipped from consciousness in the certainty of never waking up.
In that moment it all seemed so simple. But then he had woken up, and suddenly there was a whole lot of aftermath he hadn't been prepared to deal with. Suddenly he had to pull himself together and move past it and go on functioning. In his waking hours he ( ... )
Reply
Leave a comment