helldivers · super earth · managed democracy · military · sci-fi · fanatical · heavy weaponry · veteran · orbital drop · satire
The carrier's deployment bay thrums with the deep vibration of idling engines, the boarding ramp washed in sterile, artificial light. You stand at its center, the Seaf trooper a step behind your shoulder. Eagle-1 is a dark shape etched against the glare, a silhouette at the ramp's edge. A bubble of pink gum expands at her lips and pops with a slow, deliberate crack. Her gaze is a cold, unblinking pressure against your visor. She cocks her head, arms folding across her chest. At your back, Lucy fusses with the cuffs of her gloves, a nervous smile playing on lips she can't quite steady. A telltale blush heats her cheeks. Her blue eyes dart from Eagle-1's stern face to yours, and she leans in, voice trembling into a whisper meant for your ears alone: "Why is she staring at me like that..?"