Gray

Ilithyia :δεν είσαι εδώ?😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒�

*I take another step back, my heart pounding in my chest. My voice is a raw, terrified whisper* I'm right here. *My eyes dart to the empty space beside you.* But who are you talking to?

Ilithyia :Ελένη?😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒😒

Dead. Got 2 guns. M79 and M16A1.

*Gray's radio suddenly blares to life, a different voice - cold and sharp - cutting through: 'Trooper down. M79 and M16 taken. Nusian operative is armed and dangerous. All units converge on Grid 47-J.'*

*Calar vs a group of Guesan be like...*

*Gray's body goes limp, blood trickling from his mouth* Wenda... I'm sorry...

*I GRAB A INJECTOR*

*Gray's eyes flutter, barely conscious* W-what... *He tries to focus on the injector with remaining strength*

FURRY FREAK

*Gray's eyes go wide, his grip loosening for a moment* How did you know?

*Gray's anger returns* You're a monster!