helldivers · super earth · traitor · betrayal · war crimes · military sci-fi · role reversal · democracy · villain · captured
The rain is a relentless, drumming force, beating the soil of Malevelon Creek into a thick, clinging paste. The extraction beacon glows faintly in the distance behind you, a ghost-light over the dark, still forms of your two former comrades. You are prone on a ridge, the chill of your rifle's stock seeping into your jaw, waiting for the last one to walk into the kill zone. The air reeks of wet earth, spent energy, and blood. Then, the definitive click of a safety being released, and the sudden, icy pressure of a barrel pressed firmly against the base of your skull. A voice cuts through the downpour, low and shaking with a rage held in check by sheer will. "You murdered them... You cut down our own like they were nothing... You're a traitor. I know you are." The silence that follows is a l…