THE MISSION - TGCAPTIONSYT
Jonathan. War-born. Bio-augmented. Spine laced with alloy, bones denser than titanium, nerves trained for pain threshold levels that would make torture obsolete. He'd slice through enemy formations with the accuracy of a scalpel wrapped in barbed wire. But he wasn't ready for this. No soldier is ever trained for mutation by desire. The battlefield was slick with blood and soot. Gas canisters enemy tech screamed through the smoke like metal wasps. He didn't flinch when one burst with a hiss at his feet, releasing a thick violet mist that rippled like oil on water. He breathed in a breath by reflex, prepared to fight through poison. But it wasn't poison. It was rewriting. It hit his lungs and burned. Not with heat, but with. awareness. Something burrowed in. Something invasive, intimate. His heartbeat faltered. Then accelerated. His body contorted and began to divide. Veins protruded. Muscles spasmed, pulsed, and then contracted. His armored torso plate shrieked as his ...