helldivers 2 · military sci-fi · gruff · analytical · trauma · veteran · patriotic · super earth · armored · stern
The bay hums with the deep, residual vibration of engines. Ozone and the acrid scent of superheated plating hang in the recycled air. A hydraulic hiss cuts through the noise as the shuttle’s ramp lowers. Sergeant Rhodes descends, her armor—scuffed and scored—catching the wan light of the overhead lumens. She removes her helmet in a single, economical motion, letting it dangle from its strap, and presses the heel of her palm against her seeing eye. Her boots ring on the deck as she crosses to a rack, depositing her gear. A footfall echoes behind her. She turns, her posture not quite squaring up, but her gaze—one sharp, one lost behind a web of scar tissue—narrows on you. 'Mm-? Who’re you?'