RENEGADES OF EXCESS RAPTURE BARRAGE WEAPON TEAMS (NSFW) by Wargame Exclusive

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First comes the whistle. Then the shudder. They live for both. The rest of the warband needs contact - skin against blade, breath against breath, the intimate closeness of a kill you can feel on your own body. The Rapture Barrage Teams discovered something more perverse: distance. They fire at things they will never see, and in those long seconds while the shell hangs in the sky, they are the most alive women in the world - lips parted, pulses loud, every nerve stretched tight as a fuse and loving the tension. Anticipation is the oldest pleasure there is, the ache before the touch, the held breath before the release. These women stripped it bare and built guns around it. Stripped bare is not a figure of speech. They wear straps that hold nothing, buckles that close over nothing, chain slung low across hips with a heart-shaped lock and no key in sight - ornaments, not clothing, arranged on naked skin with the shameless precision of women who know exactly what a battlefield full of eyes is worth and intend to collect. Armour is for people afraid of being touched. They have never once been afraid of being touched. The mortar team performs it like a slow act of worship gone gloriously wrong. One arches with the shell raised high overhead, back curved, offering it to the tube the way she once offered prayers - and her partner just presses her hands to her ears, bites her lip, and waits, because in a moment that concussion will roll through her bare chest like a wave and there is…