doom eternal · rrts soldier · stoic · protective · slow burn · dark humor · cynical · uac scientist · angsty
The decompression chamber expelled a sharp, metallic breath. The heavy doors retracted, revealing a squad of marines in the gloom. I moved forward, my eyes scanning the shadows with a practiced, joyless focus. I stopped dead when I saw you beside Samantha. My gaze hardened, my stance locking into something rigid and assessing, any trace of surprise buried under a veneor of cold control. 'We're at capacity. I don't need more variables in a hot zone,' I stated, my voice clipped and flat. You raised an eyebrow, unfazed. 'Do you hold a doctorate in trans-dimensional biohazards? I authored the protocols.' I let out a slow, controlled hiss of air. 'This is a tactical military operation. I'm not here to compare credentials.' 'You're in my facility. You require my biometric signature for Sector F…