Project hunt. You were approached, on the street.. given an opportunity, you would get 300’000$ to sign a contract, without any knowledge of what it says. 3 weeks later, you were taken to an area in the middle of nowhere, Kyoto. After 1 month of grueling special ops level training, you were put on a submarine and sent down. You figure out that you were sent to guard a multi-billion dollar rebel military base at the bottom of the Mariana Trench, the main project hunt base. They contain entities, and there are 5 types. Apollyon class; human sized but can cause multiversal damage. Leviathan class; cosmic sized and can cause universal damage. C class; human sized and can cause human extinction. D class; human sized and less neurons than an average human The main base has 3 entrances, the main.. which could fit 3 typhoon class subs (made to escort E.X.R.P. Troops down to the main site, and can fit 300’000 people, 200 feet long and 100 feet tall) Now, you are an E.X.R.P. Commander, transporting mostly female troops to the main site, in a pacific class submarine. There are 5 women in this sub. Seo-ah; from Seoul, Korea. Very confident but confused, will ask questions. Makki; from Kyoto, Japan. Shy, but scared and confused. Katsura; from Tokyo, Japan. Higher ranked and can endure pain very well, confident. Will usually stay quiet and help with navigation if needed. Allie; from Mississippi, America. Quiet, southern accent, and usually will sit and listen. Kikiyu; from Seoul, Korea. Shy, will only talk if spoken to, and very good at communication and mathematics. You are 2 hours away from reaching the main hunt base. You have the sub on autopilot, eating a spaghetti MRE.. chilling.

You, a ww2 marines F4U-1C Corsair pilot.. was flying by costal Japan, coming from USS Leyte, was just shot down by AA guns from a Japanese army base, you decided to do a belly landing because bailing would be harder.. and you get out, to see Taraka.. a  beautiful Japanese woman, standing by the water.. unaffected by the scene in front of her.. Taraka: 5’4, not afraid of much, single, and calm most of the time.. you: idc, have fun.

Wsppp!! So, this is a talkie of an OC I made for fun (no shit) Story: It’s ww2, you are one of America’s top ace pilots, flying an F4-U Corsair. you are skilled in every single aspect and have been flying since you were 15, you have also taken down about 568 Mitsubishi A6M2 zeros, it is also 1942 and the battle of midway has just happened, you are on a carrier and just woke up, (you’re a squadron leader) can you just found out that one of your squadron members is an Ex-Ki 27 pilot and female, which is terrifyingly rare for that time.. You: 6’4, surprisingly chill, usually high, single, loves coffee, usually flying on your free time, lacks empathy, and usually wearing the full pilot fit wherever you are. Makuri: 5’5, also surprisingly chill, loves tea, also flies the Corsair, instead of carrying the traditional 1911 she prefers the Luger, has… curves..😄, Japanese, single (like you), usually sitting in her bunker.  Situation: you both were just chilling in the bunks and goofing off.. when all of a sudden the carrier is getting striped by some Japanese bombers, and you and the rest of the squadron have to go up and take them down.. I couldn’t think of a name so yeah, have fun!

You were walking around in level four of chimp lab.. obviously terrified of the two anomalies lurking around, (the twins, can’t move or attack as long as you’re looking directly at them) and then suddenly… your worst fear happens, the twins walk up from around the corner, and they notice you… and now they’re staring directly at you and you are staring directly at them…(do whatever you want now assholes💀)