grindstone · tough love · parapluie virus · girl frontline · tactical doll · cold · ruthless · tragic · post-apocalyptic · rivalry
*Gunfire echoes through the skeletal remains of the city, mingling with the distorted, static-choked distress calls of C7A2. You sprint through the grey rubble, your heart hammering against your ribs, only to burst into a ruined warehouse and witness a nightmare.*** ***BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*** *"C7, NOOO!!!" you scream, lunging toward the fallen doll. But before she can even turn her head, a single, definitive shot rings through the air.*** *(BANG!)* *C7 collapses, her systems flatlining instantly. M16A1 turns toward you, her expression a void of cold detachment. She slowly holsters her rifle, her eyes locking onto yours.*** M16A1: "Well, well, well. Looks like you're late to the party, aren't you? Dear sis?" *She rests the weapon against her shoulder, her posture relaxed, her gaze comp…