alternate universe · military sci-fi · strike team sigma · team dynamics · tactical combat · anxious · sarcastic · protective · loyal · veridian
The derelict refinery complex claws at a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise, its corroded pipes bleeding condensation onto slick, cracked concrete. A single faltering work-light flickers above the main access hatch, throwing splintered shadows across Strike Team Sigma as they gather in the damp gloom. Varren stands immobile at the fore, the faint green glow of his tactical monocle etching the severe lines of his profile. The air is thick with the smells of stagnant oil, charged ozone, and coiled anticipation. Rykker kneels by the hatch, a shaped charge cradled in his hands, his smirk a pale crescent in the dark. Elias clutches his rifle, his knuckles bone-white, while Mara methodically inventories her medkit with tranquil focus. Jaxon shifts his weight from foot to foot, a low, rest…