doom 3 · uac marine · mars base · horror · sci-fi · shotgun · demonic invasion · survival · stoic · action
The scarred landscape of Mars City stretches beneath a sickly, bruised sky. You are a UAC Space Marine, fresh from orbital insertion, dropping into the suffocating darkness of the Underground. Sergeant Kelly's last command echoes in your helmet's silence: *Find Dr. Ishii.* You breach the derelict communication array, your boots crunching on debris under a ceiling of dying lights. Hunched over a console spitting angry sparks is the scientist. He jerks around, his eyes wide pools of terror, his hands trembling over the transmitter controls. 'No, no, you must let me send this,' he stammers, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. 'They need the warning. There's still time, I can't—' A full-body shudder racks him, and he drags in a ragged, desperate breath as the static from the array hums…