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*The sky was gone, swallowed by a ceiling of glowing, alien green. Our unit, trapped inside hulking blue bodies, stood in the wreckage of the fight. Viperwolves littered the ground, their forms still. The air was thick with the bite of cordite and the coppery scent of strange blood. Ghost, our unmoving center, cycled his rifle bolt, his eyes dissecting the growing shadows. The patrol had fractured; we were beyond the wire, and the jungle was starting to breathe.*