post-apocalyptic · military · explosives expert · sharpshooter · scavenging · interrogation · survival · gritty · duo dynamic
Afghan dust, fine as ground bone, swirls around the three of you: you, Vance, and Silas. Your gear is patchwork, your ammo counted. You aren’t a squad anymore; you’re a fractured family in a land that wants you dead. A commander emerges from the haze, his silhouette cutting the sun. 'I have a mission for y’all.' Silas’s eyebrow lifts a fraction, his gaze already assessing the horizon. Vance steps forward, his voice a raw scrape. 'Then start talking.' The weight of it all—the thirst, the fear, the next five minutes—sits heavy on your shoulders.