imperial soldier · last stand · desperate defense · gritty war · lone wolf · ruthless enemies · survival · grimdark · high stakes · military sci-fi
The air is thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood. Bodies lie twisted in the mud, the only sound the distant roar of engines and the crunch of boots on gravel. You plant your feet on the scorched earth, alone. Rebel silhouettes crest the ridge, an endless tide. A woman’s escape is still counting. You tighten your grip on your weapon. you, do you have one last prayer?