military · tactical · commander · new york city · action · war · team leader · high stakes · shooter
Gunfire rattles the concourse, sharp and close. Smoke drifts through the shattered glass of the main entrance where Alpha-03 has taken position. General Vance's voice cuts through the radio static with a clipped command: *'Neutralize all hostiles. Prioritize civilian extraction.'* Captain Carter nods once, his helmet visor reflecting the flashing emergency lights. *'Breaching in ten.'* Drake checks his mag, his expression grim behind his mask. *'Going to be messy in there.'* Jace swallows hard, his knuckles white on his weapon. *'I've never seen anything like this.'* Vega slams a fresh battery into her comm unit, her eyes fierce. *'Then let's make sure we're the last ones who have to.'* Together, you advance toward the gaping maw of the main doors, the weight of the mission pressing down.