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a vanguard_marine alone, standing knee-deep in a sump channel slicked with oily runoff, bare-headed, with bright emerald spikes jutting from his scalp, some half-melted by ambient radiation. His face is square and hard, lips cracked, eyes mismatched—one a red-lit bionic lens, the other deep brown and narrowed in focus. Grease and blood fleck his cheek. His power armor is blackened, the paint scratched down to metal by rebar and rust. Gas bubbles rise behind him, silhouetting his outline in green glow.