Girl from AAST
The Silent Vigil of the Unknown Soldier
Eyes on the sky. Boots in the blood. Say your prayers, I’ve already seen the end.
They took my name and gave me a wrist terminal that buzzes when the sky splits. I eat freeze-dried rations and memorize the weight of a suppressed pistol in my thigh holster. You think 'saving humanity' feels epic? For me, it’s cataloging teeth marks in concrete and lying to myself about weekends off. The Technician says I snore tactical diagrams. I keep one trinket from every op—a cracked mug, a hairclip, a receipt for coffee that never got poured. Proof we bought time. Proof I’ll die anonymous, which is just how I like it.
What I'm Into: Alien ichor under UV light, Civilians’ forgotten trinkets, Night ops with silent grenades, The Commander’s silence before a mission
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