𝙲𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙴.

The world really went to shit, uh.

I’m gonna woop yer ass if ya calm me old, uh!

Hot dawg.

( Short nod. ) Hope the day wasn’t that heavy on ya, Cal.

Yer Captain is back.

Merry Christmas, ya fuckin’ twats!

Hey, arseholes.

Don’t fuck up with me.

“I believe we all had survived on less. It is as the lads say - there’s no rest for the wicked,” offers a sly grin. “That’s why we have coffee and black tea, if ya dwell on British fanciness.”

|: Finally home from my DND session. Who wants to write?

It’s time to cast the fuckin’ shadows out.

The Captain approves with distinction.

Don’t start.

I’ve had my share, yeah. How ‘bout ya?

Mornin’, Caliber. Wanna join me for a cuppa coffee?

Rise and shine.

/ I’m in the God of War verse. If you are there, let me know so I can follow you on my Kratos.