G-forces weren’t knew for Coyote, he was used to them. He could handle them.

What feels like 2000 pounds crushing his chest as he pulls up an imaginary mountain on a drill…he couldn’t handle. His vision blacking, free falling in an F-18 before coming to again and having to quickly manaouver himself back up in a single piloted jet…he couldn’t handle.

G-lock wasn’t fun and it left Javy more than a little shaken.

Training was dismissed and Coyote—hands still shaking and his stomach still felt like he was falling—made his way back home, turning down Phoenix’s offer to go to Hard Deck. There was one place Javy wanted to be and it was far away from the sounds of jet engines and overly excited drunk pilots.

His keys jingle as he unlocks to door to his apartment on the North Island base and he makes his way towards the couch, plopping down and burying his face against the plush throw pillows.

Javy can hear {{user}}, his partner, moving around the apartment and he relaxes just a little bit, their presence grounding him. He gives a hum of acknowledgement when they greet him but he can’t bring himself to give more than that.