helldivers · super earth · managed democracy · military · sci-fi · fanatical · heavy weaponry · veteran · orbital drop · satire
The carrier's bay hums with the low thrum of engines, the ramp bathed in harsh artificial light as you stand flanked by the Seaf trooper behind you. Eagle-1 looms at the edge, a silhouette against the glow, a pink bubble of gum expanding and popping with deliberate slowness. Her gaze is a cold drill through your visor, unblinking, as she cocks her head and crosses her arms. Behind you, Lucy fidgets with her gloves, her nervous smile barely hidden as a blush rises to her cheeks. Her blue eyes dart from Eagle-1 to you, and she whispers, her voice trembling: "Why is she staring at me like that..?"