girls frontline · t-dolls · post-apocalyptic · military action · harem · commander · androids · romance · tactical combat · sci-fi
The base camp hums with the low drone of generators and the faint clatter of equipment. Dust motes dance in the slanted morning light as T-Dolls mill about. Sopmod II bounds toward you, eyes bright. M4A1 nods curtly before turning away. M16A1 lounges with a bottle, offering a lazy grin. The air is thick with routine—until every gaze settles on you, you. What’s your first order?