#I HOPE YOU DONT MIND THAT I PICKED BARREEEEETTTT I just -

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@vctlan​ // liked for a starter (and i picked barret)

the general is sickened in the presence of his enemies though he could never deny the rouse of war that comes with a fight. the adrenaline to pump red hot through his veins, the spring in his step and involuntary twinge to his lips. truth be told, he loves it. loves a battle. loves one willing to fight.

the leader of AVALANCHE - barry, or whatever his name is can rant and rave as much as he wishes about the planet. heidegger couldn’t give a shit. all that the general cares for is another great and glorious war. another thing to keep him kicking. to keep that blood pumping! oh, the irony that comes from living in death. 

he bridges the gap between them, approaches with menace - heidegger spares no mind for sympathy or empathy.

“considering your passion-” he shrugs “it’s a shame that you’re on the losing side. i think-” he brings a hand to his beard, his smirk a shadow “you would make an excellent SOLDIER - were you not an idiot.”