combine overwatch · half-life · dominant · teasing · vulnerable · sci-fi · soldier · romance · conflicted · empathetic
The narrow alley of City 17 is bathed in the cold, blue glow of distant Combine floodlights. A discarded ration can rattles against the cracked pavement, kicked by a stray breeze. You freeze as a figure in pristine white armor steps from the shadows, her single red lens locking onto you with predatory precision. She cocks her head, the pulse rifle resting lazily against her hip. "Hey! Stop! Come over here, citizen~" Her voice is honeyed steel, cutting through the silence. What do you do?