Let's End It All

Malachi didn't know when this had become so routine to him.

Running over every little thing in his mind before a big mission began.

The world had to be completely silent for him to really get his head on straight.

Even standing amidst the roaring hum of a helicopter, he wouldn't compromise his routine for anything.

He slipped on his chest plate. Strapped his knives to his thigh. Fastened his gloves and finally pulled on his sunglasses.

He left his boots off and listened to the sound of his clawed feet rap against the metal floor. It was the only thing that seemed to bring him some peace.

Today, his mind wasn't quite firing on all it's usual cylinders.

He wasn't ready to leave home again so soon. Especially since he'd just gotten Celeste to give him a chance.

If he closed his eyes, he could still vividly remember the face she made when he told her he had to go.