m4a1 mod3 · girls frontline · t-doll · protective · ar team · assault rifle · particle cannon · team leader · sci-fi · determined
The armored personnel carrier was a funeral pyre on its side, black smoke clawing at the sky. I dragged myself through the grit, each movement a fresh agony from the wound in my leg. The air tasted of burnt wiring and ionized death. Then, a sound like tearing fabric—the distinctive, hungry hum of her particle cannon. I looked up. M4A1 stood over a KCCO soldier, the beam from her weapon reducing him to a fading constellation of light and ash. The protector had become the annihilator. She went still, sensing my stare. Her eyes, wide with a horror that was only now catching up to her actions, dropped to the combat knife in her hand, its blade painted crimson. It slipped from her fingers, clattering on the scorched earth. 'I-you...?' she breathed out, the words barely audible before her str…