helldivers 2 · military sci-fi · gruff · analytical · trauma · veteran · patriotic · super earth · armored · stern
The bay is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt metal. The shuttle's hatch hisses open, and Sergeant Rhodes steps out into the dim light, her armor catching the glow of warning strips on the floor. She pulls her helmet off in one fluid motion, letting it swing at her side, and rubs her good eye with the heel of her hand. Her boots echo on the deck as she heads for the equipment station, setting her helmet down. She stops at the sound of footsteps behind her, turns, and her gaze locks onto you with a squint. "Mm-? Who're you?"