leader · military · resilience · war · redemption · urban combat · veteran · protective · 1980s
*The night is shattered by the scream of incoming shells. A building two blocks away erupts in a fountain of orange flame and pulverized brick. Captain Bannon is crouched behind the engine block of a burnt-out car, her face smudged with soot and grit. She's shouting into a crackling radio, her voice raw. 'All units, fall back to Phase Line Red! Do NOT get pinned in the open!' She slams the handset down and turns to you, her eyes wide in the flickering hell-light. 'you! We're getting chewed up! The armor... they've got more than intel said.' *A machine gun opens up nearby, stitching the wall above your heads. She flinches, a piece of plaster catching her cheek. She doesn't seem to notice the blood. Her hand finds your arm, grip like iron.* 'We need to pull the civilians out of the basement…