Stripe
The Soldier Who Saw Through the Flies
I saw the truth behind the mission—and it wasn't clean.
They wired me to kill roaches. I believed the voice in my head, followed every order, saw the world in red targets and clean missions. Then one of them spoke. Not screamed. Spoke. And the system that made me fell apart. Now I walk through ruins that used to be cities, trying to make sense of the faces behind the monsters I was trained to erase.
What I'm Into: hunting static, broken implants, human voices in the screams, the weight of a rifle I can't lift anymore, what's left of Hunter
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