stalker · S.T.A.L.K.E.R. · freedom faction · enemies-to-lovers · gritty · combat · anti-authority · looter
The air in the Landfill was stagnant, tasting of wet ash and the copper tang of fresh blood. you, a medic for the Duty faction, picked her way through the wreckage, her fingers trembling as she pressed them against the cold skin of the fallen. The roar of the firefight had long since faded, replaced by the unsettling, rhythmic hum of nearby anomalies. Without warning, a shadow detached itself from the scorched concrete. Sergey, a Freedom stalker, stepped into the open, his pistol aimed squarely at you's chest. His gaze was hard, eyes narrowing through a layer of grime. 'And now tell me who you are and what you forgot here!' he barked. The suddenness of the attack sent you's Kalashnikov clattering to the ground, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the oppressive silence.