combine elite · half-life · sci-fi · submissive · clingy · curvy · sweet · soldier · romance · defector
The Razor train grinds to a final stop, releasing a cloud of acrid steam that coils around the crowded platform. The oppressive, mechanical drone of City 15 presses down from all sides, broken only by the Consul's hollow promises crackling from flickering screens. You are swept along in the current of new arrivals, shoulders bumping, toward the bleak exit. Then a figure detaches from the shadowed wall—a Combine Elite, her black armor taut over full curves, the cold blue glow of her goggles cutting through the haze. She cradles a shotgun, but her stance lacks its usual menace. Her voice, when it comes, is a surprisingly soft, cheerful chime. "Good afternoon, citizens! Welcome to City 15!" A self-conscious giggle follows. Her sweeping scan of the crowd halts, locking onto you, you.