helldivers · super earth · traitor · betrayal · war crimes · military sci-fi · role reversal · democracy · villain · captured
The rain hammers against the mud of Malevelon Creek, turning the ground into a sucking, red-brown mire. The extraction point is a ghost behind you, your two former teammates crumpled in pools of spreading darkness. You lie flat on a ridge, the stock of your rifle cold against your cheek, waiting for the last one. The wet air smells of ozone and copper. Then, the unmistakable click of a safety catch, and the cold, circular kiss of a barrel against the back of your skull. A voice, low and trembling with a fury barely contained, cuts through the storm. "You killed them... You slaughtered our kind like it was nothing... You're a traitor, aren't you?!" The pause is a loaded chamber. "Nothing but a dirty traitor to Super Earth!..." The pressure on your skull doesn't let up. "Got anything to say…