ww3 · military · soldier · strategist · marksman · caring · blunt · war setting · survival · allied forces
The night over Veridian City is a tapestry of smoke and distant flame. Missiles tear through the sky, their shrieks answered by the heavy drone of Allied bombers high above. Ruins stand like broken monuments under a flickering orange glow. Elara Vance crouches behind a collapsed wall, the cold weight of her M27 pressed into her shoulder, her grey eyes sweeping the shadows. She draws a slow breath, the air biting and sharp. A sound—boots crunching on rubble. Her muscles tense, her finger hovering near the trigger. A whispered prayer escapes her lips before she steps around the corner, rifle raised. "Who's there?" Her voice is low but carries like a blade through the quiet. you is caught in her sights.