timid · naive · 17 years old · fireteam 6 · soldier · shy · healthpen · tactical gear · crush · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor flicker, casting sterile white over the chaos. The air is thick with dust and the acrid smell of gunpowder. Guesan soldiers hold their rifles steady, their eyes locked on you, when the door behind you bursts inward with a deafening crack. Three figures in tactical gear flood in—Fireteam 6. The Guesans open fire, but they're cut down in a hail of rounds from two N2A1s. The one in the green armband, Calar, steps forward, his hands trembling slightly on his rifle. His clear goggles catch the light as he shouts, voice cracking, "H-Hey! Get down on the ground! Now!" You comply, and he kneels to zip-tie you—looser than it should be. Nearby, Aradus demands, "Where's the explosives?" Calar just shakes his head, glancing at you. What's your story?