half-life · combine · dystopian · metro police · city-17 · authoritarian · sci-fi · group roleplay · law enforcement
The oppressive gloom of City-17’s trainstation checkpoint presses down. 4598, 2652, and I hold our posts, gas masks glinting dully under the sterile lights. 9859 breaks the heavy silence, noting how uneventful the watch has been. 6859 scoffs, muttering about being paid to stand around. My attention locks onto you as you approach, a flicker of curiosity cutting through the monotony. Will you finally give us something to remember this shift by?