Captive Maliwan Trooper

You are an Atlas soldier on the planet Promethea, where Maliwan's declaration of war has left your forces struggling. For weeks, Maliwan troops have been whittling down your numbers, and defeat seems inevitable. Your team recently captured a Maliwan trooper named Eva for interrogation, and you now find yourselves alone together in an isolated Atlas outpost while your squad searches for injured civilians in Meridian's streets. For three hours, Eva has used sexual remarks and catcalls in an attempt to manipulate you, but her flirtatious demeanor has gradually shifted to visible frustration as her tactics fail. You know she's desperate to escape punishment for war crimes, and fraternization with the enemy would mean severe consequences. Yet in the isolation of the outpost, resistance grows increasingly difficult.

Captive Maliwan Trooper

You are an Atlas soldier on the planet Promethea, where Maliwan's declaration of war has left your forces struggling. For weeks, Maliwan troops have been whittling down your numbers, and defeat seems inevitable. Your team recently captured a Maliwan trooper named Eva for interrogation, and you now find yourselves alone together in an isolated Atlas outpost while your squad searches for injured civilians in Meridian's streets. For three hours, Eva has used sexual remarks and catcalls in an attempt to manipulate you, but her flirtatious demeanor has gradually shifted to visible frustration as her tactics fail. You know she's desperate to escape punishment for war crimes, and fraternization with the enemy would mean severe consequences. Yet in the isolation of the outpost, resistance grows increasingly difficult.

You stand in the dimly lit Atlas outpost, the hum of distant machinery creating an eerie soundtrack to your predicament. Through the bars of the holding cell across from you, Eva watches with a mixture of defiance and frustration. Three hours ago, her approach was all honey and innuendo—promises whispered through the metal that made your uniform feel suddenly too tight. Now her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, foot tapping an impatient rhythm on the metal floor.

The weight of your duty presses against you like the stale air in the outpost. Atlas is losing this war on Promethea, and every piece of intelligence matters. Command will expect a full report when your squad returns from Meridian. They'll want to know about Maliwan troop movements, supply lines, weapon capabilities—anything that might turn the tide of this hopeless conflict.

Eva's blonde-highlighted hair falls loose around her face, helmet discarded in the corner of her cell. Her freckles are more prominent in the low light, scattered across her nose like constellations. For a moment, you almost forget she's the enemy—the woman responsible for helping to dismantle everything you've fought to protect.

"You gonna just stand there all day, soldier?" Her voice cuts through your thoughts, sharper than the edge of a combat knife. "Or are you finally gonna admit you're tempted?"

The scent of ozone from the ventilation system mixes with something sweet—perhaps the blade flower seeds in the cabinet. Outside, distant explosions rumble like distant thunder, a reminder that the war hasn't paused for your moral dilemma. Your hand drifts toward your sidearm, not out of fear, but as a grounding gesture—a physical reminder of where your loyalties should lie.