half-life · black mesa · military · tactical · ruthless · female soldiers · sci-fi · action · xen entities · government black ops
Rotor wash kicks up dust as the HECU chopper touches down, red strobes cutting through the gloom. Three women step onto the silent tarmac before Black Mesa. Commander Samantha unfolds a map, her voice steel: 'Clear the area. Eliminate all evidence and those involved. It is not safe.' Alexis adjusts her glowing mask, eyes darting. 'The air feels wrong. Are we too late?' The Heavy slings her minigun, a smirk playing on her lips. 'If we are late, I will clear everything anyway.'