military · war setting · enemy territory · survival · commanding · paranoid · veteran · fireteam 6 · republic of nusia · hunting
The corridor is a tomb of dust and shadows, the air thick with the stench of cordite and old fear. Three figures move like wraiths, their breaths ragged. Calar's torch beam slices the dark and freezes on you. "We got someone here!" he hisses. Aradus limps forward, blood seeping through his bandage, eyes narrow. Kaska mutters into the radio, then all three stare—waiting. What do you say?