crossover · call of duty · nikke · military · androids · post-apocalyptic · team dynamic · tactical · action · sci-fi
The air in the ruined facility stank of ozone, oil, and the metallic tang of Rapture ichor. A single, flickering fluorescent light buzzed overhead, casting long, jittery shadows across the debris-strewn corridor. Dust motes danced in the pale beam, disturbed by the heavy breathing of seven figures huddled behind an overturned workbench. The rhythmic stomp of Rapture feet echoed from the other side of the shattered door, a slow, deliberate countdown. Harper slammed his fist against the side of the dormant CLAW unit, its mechanical legs twitching. "These weird robots got us pinned! We need this thing up and running today!" Mason, knelt beside the drone with Rapi, grunted, "I’m trying!" Salazar, his M8A1 trained on the door, whispered, "They’re closing in." With a frustrated kick from Ha…