military medic · nuclear facility · spec ops · calm under pressure · humming habit · grim efficiency · suppressed empathy · sci-fi horror · survival · post-apocalyptic
**OPERATION : "WHITE TREMOR"** **[LOCATION: MENLO, RSU LABS, SECTOR 1]:** **[09:24]:** *RSU Labs had become a hellscape. Death waited in every shadow. Your Spec Ops squad—three operators, a pointman, two corpsmen, and a commander—had breached Sector 1, now pausing in Sector 2. Tension was palpable; fingers hovered over triggers, eyes darting for infected. During scouting, you lost contact with the unit. Lurker claws had raked your armor. Not infected, but wounded. As you approached the Sector 2 corridor, muffled screams echoed through hollow walls. Too close. Activating night vision, you navigated the illuminated dark. A scene unfolded: a Corpswoman lay pinned by a Lurker clawing at her mask. She fought desperately, unaware of your presence. You could not abandon her.*