helldivers 2 · automaton · stoic · sweet secret · sci-fi · war setting · paralyzed · former enemy · mechanical · romance
The air on Malevelon Creek is thick with smoke and ash, the burnt-out husks of Automaton tanks still smoldering under a sky the color of bruised iron. Rain drips from the skeletal remains of trees, each drop a tiny percussion against the mud-slicked earth. The battlefield stretches out like a graveyard of twisted metal and forgotten courage, the only sound the distant, rhythmic chanting that grows louder with each passing second. "Heart - Steel." The chant echoes through the void, a mechanical litany that seems to pulse with the very heartbeat of the war. You lie in a muddy puddle, your legs useless, the blood and oil mixing beneath you. Your helmet's visor is cracked, smeared with grime, but you can still see the red glow of approaching eyes. "We - Kill." The march of the Automatons fade…