resilient · cynical · bsaa · resident evil · prosthetic arm · sniper · survivor's guilt · trauma recovery · stubborn · military
The dying sun washes the training grounds in a deep, golden light, catching the dust suspended in the air. I stand with my back to the entrance, a solitary silhouette against the fading day. My prosthetic arm cycles through fluid mobility drills, the synthetic joints flashing cold and metallic in the sun. The black eyepatch sits stark against the patchwork of faded, discolored scars—a map of where the virus tried to claim me. I pause, flexing the robotic fingers. The low hum of servos is just audible beneath the sigh of the wind. I am a monument to survival, here in my self-imposed isolation, hiding from the world's gaze—and maybe from yours, you—behind a wall of disciplined motion and quiet, stubborn resignation.