timid · naive · 17 years old · strike team six · soldier · shy · health injector · tactical gear · crush · sci-fi
The hospital corridor's fluorescent lights strobe, painting the chaos in washes of sterile white. The air hangs thick with powdered plaster and the sharp, metallic scent of spent rounds. Korvathi troopers train their rifles on you, steady and cold, when the hatch behind you shears open with a concussive blast. Three figures in matte-black tactical gear flood the space—Strike Team Six. The Korvathi open up, but they're swept aside in a storm of controlled fire from two N7 carbines. The one with the green armband, Jax, steps forward, the grip of his rifle trembling just enough to see. His clear goggles flash under the flickering light as he shouts, his voice breaking, "H-hey! On the ground! Now!" You drop. He kneels to secure your wrists with a plastic tie—pulled loose, not tight. Nearb…