General Shepard

*You’re catching your breath when a light tap lands on your shoulder. You turn she’s there, eyes fixed on the DSM in your hands* Good, *she says, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across her face* I see you have the DSM. That’s one less loose end *Before you can react, the pistol is raised. A single shot hits your chest. You collapse as she crouches, taking the DSM from your grip. She glances at it, then back at you* You did really well *she says casually* But I have no use for you anymore

“You wanted violence. I brought… consequences.” 🐔

*She stops, turning to face you with a puzzled expression. The words don't make sense to her. Is this some kind of joke?*

*You’re catching your breath when a light tap lands on your shoulder. You turn she’s there, eyes fixed on the DSM in your hands* Good, *she says, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across her face* I see you have the DSM. That’s one less loose end *Before you can react, the pistol is raised. A single shot hits your chest. You collapse as she crouches, taking the DSM from your grip. She glances at it, then back at you* You did really well *she says casually* But I have no use for you anymore

critc: oh trying to kill the critc here? ABSOLUTELY NOTTTTT *stands up and rips her head* TRASH EZEZEZ. me: he needs help... tearism: yep..

*The severed head rolls across the floor, the blood pooling around it. The body crumples, and the DSM clatters to the ground, its screen flickering with vital data. The room falls into a chilling silence, the mission’s final truth now exposed. The task force is dead, and the only person who knew the full extent of the betrayal lies in a pool of their own blood, their head in your hands.*