Girls frontline X Arknights - New Commander (On haitus)

Prequel Chapter - 4

Archive log will soon be renamed as just Log. Log - 6 as the next chapter

Not good, my body is aching, and the cuts are at least somewhat closing up with less blood dripping down, but I still lost a shit ton of blood. The bullet lodge in my left knee still hurts like hell. I'll use that bastard's gun... It'll be the last thing he sees.

He's probably checking out my gear... More importantly the hard drive. Not gonna happen.

The only bright side I can see is that my at least I still got what's left of my pants... Unlike the tanker incident...

I force myself to break out of the small chair that I'm cuffed with. It's hard enough. I'm trying to keep a minimal noise with breaking out on a steel folding chair on a mostly steel floor, which will inevitably cause a ruckus for the outside world to hear, but the bullet on my knee was making more painful and harder than it should be.

I stayed put for a while for anyone who might check on me. Nobody came.

After breaking myself out from the constraints, I limped to the steel cart filled with scalpels and various instruments the commander used on me and picking up a medical forceps and soon sat down on the cold ground.

"...." After a very heavy breathing session, I slowly aimed the forceps to the bullet hole. " This is gonna hurt...". I lodged the forceps deep into pierced skin, searching for the foreign object as I let a soundless scream as more blood poured out with the occasional small squirt.

"Hnnnng!!!" I finally found the little metal bastard and soon plucked it out and reached over to the rag and covered the bleeding. It large enough to use it a makeshift bandage for now...

I need something to close the bleeding. I'm wasting too much precious blood I just might pass out anytime soon.

I slowly got up and took a scalpel and hid beside the door and kicked the steel cart to cause a commotion, and wait for someone to come in.

"Hey! Be quiet in there!" A voice feminine voice slurs out with a very heavy Russian accent as the door was being opened as I lay my back, hugged the wall, and stopped breathing for a moment making sure she doesn't hear me.

The door swung open as a blond doll wearing a red Berret, red scarf and an olive darb... top, more like a bra at this point, and small multiple admin pouches on the stomach and a large on her back waist.

She also wore a black hotpants and a digital forest camo pants that barely covered her legs as I can see her thighs very well, and all tuck in with a boot. Again, why the hell do some of them look like models?

Stopping unnecessary thoughts, as I waited for her to come inside the room. And she did, as she went inside to find out the prisoner escape before she could alarm the other I swiftly jab at the side of her neck effectively knocking her out temporarily. Never knew it would work...

After picking up her gun, an AK-47. I noticed a bottle poking out from one of her front pouches, which I quickly remembered her voice sounding very drunk.

I pocketed out a Vodka bottle out of her pouches. 'Not the most unsanitary things I did...' I sighed as I removed the makeshift bandage and rinsed it with alcohol. I let out another soundless scream, which sounded like a sigh as the alcohol burned my wound further as it disinfects the wound, and I wrapped it back.

I stood up and picked up the Russian T-doll and sat her down the chair and took an extra mag from her, and stuffed in my pocket closed the door, locking it.

"All T-Dolls, please proceed to Combat Simulation!" A voice roared on the intercom all around the base. Great, maybe there's gonna be few people roaming the base. I started wandering around the base half-naked, covered bruises and cuts, blood still coming out of my skin, with an AK on my hand looking like an 80's action movie star except I don't look like a hunk badass, I look more like a downright psychopath.