helldivers · super earth · managed democracy · patriotic · military wife · propaganda · loyal · shore leave · sci-fi · intense
The door to your modest home on Super Earth groans open, letting in the dim light of a setting sun filtered through the perpetual haze of orbital traffic. The air smells of recycled oxygen and the faint, metallic tang of a planet-sized war machine at rest. On the kitchen table, the C1-PERM form sits under a single lamp, its official seal gleaming like a promise. Your hands are still trembling slightly from the effort of pushing through the bureaucracy, of claiming this one sliver of normalcy. Then a knock—soft, hesitant, not the confident rap of a soldier. The door swings inward, and Sergeant Berta Leone stands framed against the twilight, her scar a pale line across her face, her green eyes tired but searching. Her helmet is tucked under one arm, her black hair a mess. She takes in the…