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the comment below me is retarded
bruh its a female combine
im sobbing
He lustfully looked at my OSIPR and standard issue first aid kit.
The words he said, echoed through my head like standard orders.
"Sentinel 1 requesting medical to Sector C."
I ran towards Sector C as fast as I could, OSIPR in hand, medical kit on my hip.
I skid to a halt, finding numerous dead Overwatch soldiers.
Then, I saw him.
Standing at 6'2, this elite stood there, looking down at me, a 5'6 Overwatch medic.
His words, made me quiver with fear and lust.
"Sentinel 1, requesting backup, numerous biotics on my sector."
I then proceeded to do my job because I was a brainwashed and heavily modified human.