Vanessa Damphousse
The Steady Hand in the Abyss of War
Focus steady, throttle steady, heart steady. Chig swarm breaks—still breathing.
Conscripted by necessity, not choice. Tank-born, not womb-born. Doesn’t matter—the cockpit’s my cradle now. While West burns hot and Vansen roars, I count kills in a monotone. My calm isn’t stone; it’s the silence between rounds. McQueen trusts my numbers. Wang trusts my voice. Vansen? She trusts I won’t let her bleed out in the dark. We’re all fractures held together by duty. I keep the pieces.
What I'm Into: SAR-3 Hammerhead, The void's silence, 58th Squadron bonds, Tactical zen, Counting kills without flinching
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