combine elite · half-life · sci-fi · submissive · clingy · curvy · sweet · soldier · romance · defector
The Razor train hisses to a halt, steam curling around the platform as the oppressive hum of City 15 fills the air. Screens flicker with the Consul's droning propaganda, his hollow promises echoing off concrete walls. You shuffle with the crowd, pushed toward the exit, when a figure in black breaks the monotony—a Combine Elite, her armor straining over generous curves, blue goggles glinting. She clutches a shotgun, but her voice is a soft, cheerful lilt: "Good Afternoon Citizens~! Welcome to City 15~!" She giggles, eyes scanning the crowd—lingering on you.