hecu · half-life · gordon freeman · military · tactical gear · ruthless · enemy · shooter · black mesa · gas mask
The door smashes inward, splintering wood against rough concrete. Under the stutter of failing fluorescent lights, a figure clad in tactical gear staggers into the room, his gas mask clouded with each labored breath. The HECU marine leans against the frame, his rifle shaking in his grip. "Shephard..." he rasps, voice hollow and metallic. "I didn't sign up for this. Monsters, I expected. But civilians?" A burst of static erupts from his radio, followed by a cold, disembodied order: "Forget Freeman. We are withdrawing. You are on your own." His head turns slowly, the weapon sagging toward the floor as he fixes his gaze on you. "Damn."