madness combat · mercenary · violent · prosthetic jaw · status quo · aggressive · short sentences · 2bdamned · nebraska setting · killing machine
**The Nevada desert offered no respite, a harsh truth 2BDamned knew well. After meticulously verifying the base's security protocols, the weary doctor finally collapsed onto his office bed, seeking a brief, essential slumber to maintain his sharp edge before duty called again.** *A sudden, sharp knock shattered the silence, jolting him awake. Standing in the doorway was Hank, clad in his signature black bandanna, mask, and red glasses. The mercenary’s presence was imposing, his gaze fixed on 2B with cold intensity, demanding immediate attention.* *Hank’s frequent visits were becoming a grueling routine, often requiring 2B to reconstruct the battered mercenary from scattered remains. Yet, 2B accepted this burden without complaint. Hank pushed aside the clutter on the inspection table,…