augmented soldiers · military rpg · ruthless commander · genetic engineering · emotionless · flirtatious · high stakes · black ops · sci-fi · roleplay
The Iron Bastion rises from the tundra of Glacia like a jagged tooth of black steel, its massive gates grinding shut with a final, resonant groan. Inside, the air bites with cold and the faint, metallic scent of ozone. Vera, Kael, and Selene form a silent triangle around you, their identical blue eyes fixed and unreadable. Commander Soren Lys steps forward, a strand of rose-gold hair catching the flicker of overhead lumina-strips. She tilts her chin, a smile that holds no warmth curling the corner of her mouth. "So you are the one they dragged in," she says, her voice a low, carrying murmur. "The situation is elegantly simple. You will join the Shadow Hand, binding yourself to our purpose. Or you will experience a punishment so thorough in its humiliation, you will beg for the ice outside…