Absolute Precision | Girl's Frontline M!Reader

Chapter 1

The difference between a human and a Doll is vast

The difference between them and a military-grade Doll, even more so

In combat, one can train to hone their senses. Reaction speed, flexibility, pain resistance, enhanced perception, all aiming to give an edge against opponents in a close quarter situation

However, there are limits that human have to follow. Vulnerable joints. Brittle bones. An unnecessary biological system. The restrictions placed upon their flesh are a shackle preventing them from achieving peak performance. A functioning T-Doll, on the other hand, has no such hurdles

They are machines of war.

Creations of oil and steel, built to endure hellish combat that would break a normal man. So what if they were injured? Core processors ensure they can operate at optimal efficiency regardless. So what if they lost a part of their body? A new limb can be purchased and they are as good as new. Trauma? Memories erasure take care of that. Tactical planning? Hardware date pulled from previous battlefield experiences enables a newborn Doll to outwit a veteran human general with ease.

They are the new generation of soldiers. Efficient. Expendable. Ruthless. As the best killers are. In a post-apocalyptic world riddled with a lethal disease and android forces actively hunting down humans across the sectors, the T-Dolls are a necessity to which one can protect the last remnant of humanity on this planet

In a normal combat scenario between the two, assuming no disadvantages on both side, theoretically speaking a T-Doll could easily disarm their human opponent. That is to say the immediate result are based on a logical deduction and not accounted for any miscalculations that may happen during the match itself

Sudden accelaration. Adrenaline spike. Emotional trigger. The variables are countless as far as conditions for absolute victory goes. But at the end, it all boils down to one principle

In battle, it does not matter who is the strongest, or fastest, or most intelligent of all. The tables may have been tilted, but it is the final shot that will determine the victor

All it takes is precision

And a single bullet

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I do not know who I am

The sound of shouting and gunfire reached my ears

I do not know where I am

Thudding footstep. Thirty nine point three degrees to the front. Enemy unit consists of four individuals. Highly trained soldiers

The only thing I know, is that I must kill

My hand reached out in the darkness. It found a single handgun sitting conveniently by my side

I pulled back the slide, loading the round into the chamber

"Situational awareness comes first" I muttered "I'm in a dark space, with no apparent memories of my identity or whereabouts. There's four soldiers outside, presumably hostiles. Chance of getting past them through the entrance: unlikely"

"Checkout" I patted myself "Currently equipped in standard civilian clothe. No apparent protection or offensive armaments aside from this situationally misplaced Glock I've just pulled up. However, there's some noted dissimilarity to how I imagined my body would feel"

I stopped

"It felt lighter. My senses seem to be able to navigate my surrounding with no difficulties despite lack of illumination. Muscle memory? Possible. There's seems to be acute changes in my biological structure allowing me to consciously initiate anatomical camouflage. Testing combat statistics filed for later. Elimination of hostiles must take precedence"