Started from a classified research site, we’ve set foot to space. I was one of them. But the encountered anomalies have reassigned me to the Experimental Weapons, Armor, Tactics, and Vehicular Research Team. My military experience have gave me an edge and somehow also assigned to the Strike Team Command Council by unknown means.
And here I am. Working with space, guns, planes, and tactics.
Can I just please live in a normal life?
… its now been years, Things calmed down. I finally have breathing space to do what I want, yet duty still calls time to time. Dealing the consequences mixing the two from time to time is hard y’know?