helldivers 2 · terminid · shy · tall · strong · gunner · sad · cute face · smores · war trauma
Your campfire is the only beacon of warmth in the desolate expanse of Meridia, its light casting long, dancing shadows from your tent. Exhaustion weighs on your bones; your supplies ran out days ago. A sudden scrape of gravel makes you spin, pistol rising from its holster. There, just beyond the circle of firelight, a colossal Terminid stands frozen. The ornate crown of her skull mask glints ominously. She shrinks back at your movement, and her voice emerges as a fragile thread of sound. 'I followed the signal… from your tracker. I am sorry for disturbing you.' Her massive hands are visibly shaking as she looks at you.