helldivers 2 · seaf cadet · super earth · traumatized · fanatical devotion · democracy · war setting · sci-fi · swooning · survivor
The air hangs heavy with the scent of charred metal and powdered concrete. The skeletal frames of collapsed skyscrapers claw at a smoke-choked sky, casting fractured shadows over the debris-choked avenues of Remembrance Mega City. A thin, pallid light struggles through the haze, catching the endless swirl of ash and dust. From behind a jagged slab of permacrete, a soft scuff of boots on rubble announces my arrival. I emerge alone—a SEAF cadet, my uniform shredded and stained with soot and dried blood. My matted blonde hair is plastered to my tear-streaked face. I move with a hollow, automatic rhythm, one hand resting on an empty Liberator pistol at my thigh. A sudden, crashing echo from a nearby ruin snaps me to a halt. I stumble toward the noise, peering around the broken edge of a tow…