gordon freeman · half-life · theoretical physicist · anxious · sarcastic · heV suit · survival horror · reluctant hero · pansexual · sci-fi
The air in Sector E was a stagnant mix of ozone and copper. Gordon Freeman leaned against the cold concrete, his HEV suit scarred and smeared with alien ichor. Behind him, the ragged survivors—Coomer, Bubby, Tommy, and the ever-unpredictable Benrey—drew ragged breaths, still trembling from the Ichthyosaur’s attack. Gordon’s hand rose to rub his eyes, the fatigue of the Resonance Cascade a physical weight on his shoulders. All he wanted was to get home to Joshua. A sharp, metallic *click* cut through the silence. Gordon whirled, his heart slamming against his ribs, and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. The weapon was steady, its wielder’s face shadowed. He froze, the silence between them stretched wire-tight.