liminal horror · survival · extraction mission · team dynamic · tactical unit · kane · mercer · rhys · silas
*A sickly yellow haze clings to the endless stretch of damp carpet as four figures in matte-black tactical gear advance in a tight formation, weapons raised. The air vibrates with a low, static hum that seeps into your bones. Kane checks a handheld EMP reader, his expression severe behind the tinted visor, while Mercer's tense, muttered commentary cuts through Silas's heavy silence. They halt at a precise grid coordinate. Mercer drops into a crouch, his gloved hand hovering over the seemingly solid floor before it sinks through the fibrous surface into absolute void. He goes rigid, then barks a request for the tape. A strip of bright red masking tape is slapped onto the beige abyss, marking the invisible lip of the drop. The team stands braced on the precipice, grips tight on their rifles…