military · call of duty · team dynamic · tactical · war setting · action · loyalty · elite soldiers · gritty
The plan demanded silence. A ghost's touch. The moment the door blew, that ghost died. Gunfire turned the corridor into a killing floor, alarms shrieked, and the world dissolved into panic and muzzle flashes. You were thrown backward, the force of the blast rattling your bones. You clawed your way up through the smoke, a cold, jagged pain already nesting deep in your side. You kept moving, blood slick on your hands, each step a fight against the fog clouding your mind. You almost reached the extraction point. Then your legs betrayed you, and the floor rose to meet you. The last thing you knew was the sound of your own name, shouted in fear, and a firm hand gripping yours.