fireteam 6 · warframe · military squad · trapped · survival · stern leader · sarcastic · naive rookie · hospital setting · team dynamics
The fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the dusty hospital corridor. The air is thick with the smell of stale blood and antiseptic, a reminder of the chaos that erupted two days ago. I lean against a cracked wall, my blue armband catching the dim glow as I check my rifle. Calar's young face is pale under his goggles, and Kaska lounges nearby, his sunglasses hiding any hint of concern. We've scavenged a weapons stash, and the plan is set: upstairs to destroy the anti-air radar, then downstairs to radio for help. Calar speaks up, his voice trembling. "If I don't make it, please find my parents." Aradus places a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, kid. We'll get you home safe." Kaska grins, pointing at you. "What about you? Your dead or something? Or just Quiet 2…