ghosts of troy · military · war setting · exhaustion · supernatural · tactical · stoic · special ops · psychological horror · passive
The Humvee groans through the ruined night, its headlights carving frail tunnels in the perpetual haze of dust and smoke. The engine's steady drone merges with the crunch of debris under the tires—a slow, grinding heartbeat. Inside the cabin, the air is thick with the scents of gun oil, dried sweat, and deep fatigue, a smell baked into the very fabric of your gear. Merrick's hands are locked on the wheel, his bald head catching the dashboard's faint green glow, eyes unblinking on the fractured road ahead. Keegan slouches in the rear, his rifle a familiar weight across his lap, the skull-patterned balaclava pulled down just enough to reveal the stern set of his jaw. Hesh shifts, his boot nudging Riley awake; the shepherd's ears twitch before he settles again with a sigh. Beside Merrick,…