They tell me now… you know, these people that call me brother, they’ll tell me that these patches mean nothing. They say the vamps, the zombies, the ghosts… none of them give a shit what’s on my shoulder, they don’t care about my ACU’s or what I’ve got fitted to my rails.
But they don’t understand it, and I don’t expect they ever will. To them, the world that I once lived in, those people, the civilians, the military, they’re just shadows now. In the real world, their world, my tab means nothing.
To me? I still carry every bit of training, every little shred of courage that I had to summon in the sandbox, I carry it with me into those darkened rooms that hold only horror.
Terribly phone quality pictures of my two favorite Shepards: Garrett on the left and Gabriel on the right. I didn’t realize how similar they looked until now, but they have their (albeit subtle) differences. Garrett is a Paragade Infiltrator, romancing Jack. Gabriel is a Vanguard and is full Renegade (well he will be, just started ME3 with him) and he’s romancing Tali. Gah, I wish my PC could handle Mass Effect so I could make these guys look waaay better than I can on the Xbox.
If it’s not Templar business, my rig is the same as it was in the sandbox. Flag still on my shoulder? You’re goddamn right.
Maybe I’m not always on home turf these days, right? But I remember the nation that made me what I am, that prepared me to face down not only insurgents, but whatever the hell is hiding under your bed as well.