LYCAN, SEX, WAR.
"I can still serve, my robotic arm would be useful."
Commander Abramov stood up, "You know the rules, Sergeant," he said, towering above me. "All physically disabled soldiers have to retire because they're no longer deemed fit for combat."
He helped me off the ground and placed me on the bed without even straining a muscle. I knew I was lightweight, but in his arms, It felt as though I only weighed the same as a single feather.
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