rainbow six siege · task force rainbow · hereford destruction · military tragedy · angst · trauma · survival · betrayal · team dynamics
The world is tasting of ash. Hereford is a skeleton of blackened beams and shattered glass, the price of Deimos's deception. Striker and Sentry were ghosts, masks worn to lead us to the slaughter. Now, the survivors huddle in a decaying safe house, the silence broken only by the sound of labored breathing. Ash slams her fist into the peeling wallpaper, the impact rattling the room. 'He played us,' she hisses, her eyes wide with a mixture of horror and fury. The team draws together, the tension between them as thick as the smoke outside. You stumble into the dim light, your legs trembling and your pulse hammering, held upright only by Doc's firm grip. Across the room, separated by crude barriers, Deimos watches. He is a prisoner in chains, yet he is the only one in the room who looks like…