𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 flicker and twitch, unchecked amidst a man - made night sky / a pulsating full moon is erect in the cluttered atmosphere, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚐 in way over its head. ᴀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. it is in the sullen darkness of an empty alleyway, CUT FINELY BETWEEN TWO DEAD STRUCTURES, heavy with neglect, that the perverse and unending sensation of the forbidden beckons you closer. & 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 , like a lonely phantasm invading the safety of your mind. ɪᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. “ come on. WHERE ARE YOU ? show yourself, YOU FUCKING DEMON. i’ve got you in my sights ... ”
[ 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚈 / LOG DATE : 2069.11.03 ] OPERATION “ 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑬𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑹 .” OBJECTIVE : DETAIN AND DEBRIEF . agents shimada, mccree and o'deorain will be led by commander reyes.
𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.
𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.
𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.
𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒.
—— 𝙹. 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙽.
DEAD STATIC and severed lines subsume the hollow scene, a lone savior occupies the space in between bouts of executive interference and drunken mistakes made in the name of long distance. the unconsciously loud footsteps of a friend trail into the briefing room. “ you know ... i’m getting too old to be cleaning up after your messes. just not fun anymore. i mean, JESUS, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 ? DETAIN. AND. DEBRIEF. YOU KNOW i am being hounded from all sides already —— - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 , and WHAT DO YOU DO? 87 DEAD, REYES. that is on you. 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑵 𝑴𝑬. ”
@impulsodemuerte .