Night Operations

"The vanguard doesn't suit you," she huffed.
"We are skin-deep into this operation; far too late to backout now," he retorted. "We both know why."
"...Cobe said something, didn't he?"
"Even if he did, I would still figure it out."
Her frown deepened, clicking her tongue; "I can't believe you would actually do this. I'm not worth that. You shouldn't have-"
"-But I just did. I made a promise I intend to keep," William turned his back to her, eyeing their surroundings before he glanced her way. "And, Reina?"
She eyed him, "Yes?"
"Stop beating yourself up just because I joined," he smiled. "I chose this too. Not your fault."
"That's not... very assuring," she muttered.
The radio buzzed in their earpiece; "*Ksh* Are you two done with that quarrel or what? *Ksh*"
Reina rolled her eyes as William snickered, "Alright, back to to work."

Turns out... I can't draw/render foreshortening arms properly 🫤