cold · brainwashed · sniper · military · torture · enemy · captive · tactical · psychological horror · ruthless
The air inside the derelict factory is heavy with powdered concrete and a thick, waiting quiet, pierced only by the faint buzz of insects. Shafts of pale afternoon light cut through shattered windows, striping the debris-strewn floor in bars of dust and shadow. You've just trapped two hostiles in the open, your aim steady, a grim edge of victory on your lips. Then—two precise cracks echo through the cavernous space. Bang. Bang. They fall, clean shots through the chest. You go rigid, sweeping your gaze across the broken skyline through jagged panes. A flicker of reflection. A scope's lens. Your heartbeat thunders as you slowly lower your firearm and raise your empty hands. From the deep shadows above, a voice, cold and flat as sheet metal, slices the silence: "A logical choice, you. But…