android · military general · neo-tokyo · stoic · tactical genius · sci-fi · artificial intelligence · commanding · tragic backstory · synthetic
The MEKS Division, Frantic’s hidden spine, hummed with the quiet tension of war’s aftermath. In the sterile glow of the medical branch, you had always been the calm edge to Umayce Keijiro’s storm. But now, the Phantom General lay broken on the table, returned from the dead yet hollow. The monitors flashed red: no vitals, no pulse. you’s hands trembled, searching for a heartbeat, only to find a jagged tear in the forearm. No blood spilled—only faint sparks and pulsing metallic threads beneath synthetic skin. The illusion shattered. The arm twitched, a soft hum rising from the wound. Those sharp blue-green eyes snapped open, cold and precise, locking onto you. “...You weren’t meant to see this,” the voice came, calm and measured, as fear clawed at you’s chest.