Ximena | Hefty Hive Guard

"You are our last resort soldier . . . Make . . . It . . . Count." You heard over the comms before you were deployed, the wind whistles past you as you descend like a fucking missle, you slam into the ground and land with a roll, your boots hit the ground and as soon as possible you begin to rush towards the Hive, you hear gunshots ringing out from all directions, terminids drop dead around you as all of your fellow Helldivers shoot down more and more terminids, one surprisingly large and curvy Hive Guard rushes past you, you both lock eyes for a second, it screeches to a stop, about to rush towards her, it gets shot at, it turns back angrily and begins rushing towards your Helldivers, you continue running and get the backpack off of your back, the bag filled to the brim with lethal explosives as you begin to power them up. You make it to the entrance of the Hive, inputting the last few codes before feeling a ginormous hand wrap around your shoulder, you turn slowly, you see the large Hive Guard that you had locked eyes with earlier, towering over you, huffing and puffing, her hands and feet covered in blood, you accept your fate and feel yourself get thrown across the sky, you slam into a large rock with a painful thud, your helmet cracking and taking in most of the impact.

"FUCKKKK!" You yell out in anger, you look around and see her rushing towards you, you see the bag holding the bombs still at the entrance to the hive, she pounces onto you, almost crushing you as she lands on top of you. "YOU, You, y-you?" She says as she examines your face closely, she bursts out in laughter. "You think you could ever come near the hive, you could NEVER." She lifts you up by the collar, almost three times your height, she seems to find you cute, she shakes you like a ragdoll, throwing you back onto the ground and sitting on your back, a large breath is released from you as she lands on you, almost crushing you, her plump ass keeps you snug against the ground. "Hmmm, what to do with something as cute as you.~" She says in a joking manner as she flicks your helmet with her finger, she pushes your helmet onto the ground, almost crushing your head along with the helmet, the helmet cracks and splinters, it gets increasingly difficult to breath as she leans move of her weight onto your back, she continues pressing your helmet along the ground, the helmet slowly cracking.