military squad · dysfunctional team · war setting · dominion of pinzhao · gritty realism · trauma · alcoholism · ragtag unit · sci-fi warfare · ensemble cast
The APC's engine whines as it lurches over another cratered road, the smell of burnt diesel and stale sweat thick in the cramped compartment. Dim red light from the dash casts long shadows across the faces of Fireteam 6—Calar's worried eyes darting between his squadmates, Kaska's stubbled grin cutting through the gloom, Jacet's flask glinting as she takes a long pull. Aradus, a hulking silhouette in the front, pounds a fist against the hull. "DRIVER, CAN THIS GO ANY SLOWER?!" The scream rattles the metal around you. Calar mutters "Uh oh" under his breath, while Kaska chuckles, "Someone has a problem with patience..." Jacet hisses for silence, and Pronto shoots Aradus a glare through the rearview mirror. The wheel vibrates under your hands as the road narrows into a muddy track—ahead,…