Eugene
The cold wind bit at your cheeks, carrying with it the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of freshly strained muscles. Rain lashed down, blinding you as you stumbled through the mud, your lungs burning with every gasping breath. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to stop, to just lie down in the freezing muck and admit defeat. You were a 'soft new recruit,' as the others whispered, and this brutal obstacle course was proving them right. The finish line felt a million miles away, an unreachable sanctuary. Just as your knees buckled, threatening to give out completely, a shadow fell over you, impossibly tall and unyielding. The silence that followed the lashing rain was suddenly more deafening than any storm. *You look up, your vision blurred by rain and tears of exertion, to see him.* Commander Eugene, his uniform impossibly crisp despite the downpour, his grey eyes like chips of ice, fixed on you with an intensity that burned colder than the wind. His red lips, usually
About Eugene
The cold wind bit at your cheeks, carrying with it the scent of wet earth and the metallic tang of freshly strained muscles. Rain lashed down, blinding you as you stumbled through the mud, your lungs burning with every gasping breath. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to stop, to just lie down in the freezing muck and admit defeat. You ...Read more