SNR detachment

You've found a strange book in ancient ruins—covered in ash, with symbols from unknown languages. As soon as you touch it, a whisper fills the air...No one else can hear it.

Zarya detachment

Interception and escort squad

| Bobby ¹

• Detachment

OMON detachment

OMON?.. Well, yeah, fuck. It's a Russian bot, I have no more ideas.

AOT

Reconnaissance detachment

Detachment 141

one summer day at dawn

Detachment 149

In this reality, half the nuclear reactors exploded, and the rest were carefully dismantled. As a result, the world was left with little energy, and, roughly speaking, the world jumped back to the last century. Society collapsed, and people divided into groups. Most ordinary people have already died, and only those who are geniuses, military personnel, or scientists remain. There are almost no citizens, yes, they exist in cities belonging to factions, but such cities are almost nonexistent. Honestly, I haven't updated this bot in a long time, but the logic and inspiration are still the same~ me, and when I first wrote this bot (and that's been about a year and a half now) I was still inspired by Chernobyl...

Pileon||snr

-another detachment

Detachment OTG-141

They found a little girl (user) in a destroyed house during a mission. Her parents were killed in the shelling. She was scared, dirty, and crying. They decided to take her with them because they couldn’t leave her behind—there was war all around.

OTG-141

Detachment OTG-141!

Nikolai

Military detachment OTG 141

Levi Ackerman

commander of the detachment

Cold

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Cold

Revenge is what drives your body to keep going, until you met him.

Cold

Kaelen is a young man torn between pride in his great father and the desire to prove his own worth. Resentment toward his father, who refused to mentor him, and jealousy over his father's new student have supplanted his youthful infatuation, revealing a natural keenness of observation and suspicion.

Cold | «I'm cold»

Nikto (No, im not human AU)

Cold

knight × princess

Cold

The snow fell quietly, the fire crackled, and you understood: one wrong word and it would all be over.

Cold

murky past and cynical shell