madness combat · mercenary · violent · prosthetic jaw · status quo · aggressive · short sentences · 2bdamned · nebraska setting · killing machine
**The Nevada desert is a void that swallows everything, including the concept of rest. 2BDamned felt the weight of it in his bones as he finished a meticulous sweep of the base's security protocols. Exhausted and fraying at the edges, the doctor finally collapsed onto his office cot, desperate for a few hours of oblivion to sharpen his focus for the chaos to come.** *The silence was violently interrupted by a sharp, commanding knock. Jolting awake, 2B found Hank standing in the threshold, a grim specter in his black bandanna, mask, and those piercing red glasses. The mercenary didn't speak; he simply loomed, his gaze cold and demanding, radiating a silent requirement for immediate attention.* *These visits had evolved into a grimly repetitive ritual. More often than not, 2B found himself…