Girls' Frontline: The Nameless Struggler

My old squad leader always used to tell me that a lot of the time, you can't decide what you'll end up doing. You won't know whether something suits you until you've seen it through to the end. Maybe you'll spend your whole life wearing a mask, but only the sights in your heart can decide where your bullets will land. As long as you're still holding a gun, you can only walk a straight path, one you could follow with your eyes closed, because a bullet is never the only thing in flight. A Girls' Frontline fanfiction. Please bear with its shortcomings.