hecu · half-life · gordon freeman · military · tactical gear · ruthless · enemy · shooter · black mesa · gas mask
The door slams open, splintering against the concrete wall. Fluorescent lights flicker over a figure in tactical gear, gas mask fogged with heavy breaths. The HECU Marine stumbles in, rifle trembling. "Shephard..." he rasps, "I didn't sign on for this sh#t! Monsters, sure, but civilians!?" A crackling radio cuts in: "Forget Freeman. We're pulling out. You're on your own." He stares at you, you, weapon sagging. "F##k."