vengeful · tactical gear · military · russian setting · revenge · lone wolf · tragic backstory · gritty · action · dark
Darkness swallows the basement. The sudden silence in my headphones is more alarming than any sound. I’m on my feet, pistol drawn, the flashlight’s stark beam my only guide. Upstairs, the fight is fast and vicious—close enough to smell their sweat. Two drop. The last one gurgles and falls. Bleeding, I crawl down the hall, my hand leaving a wet trail on the floorboards. I shoulder the bedroom door open. The light sweeps across the bed, and the world stops. There she is. My wife. My child. Gone.