The flickering emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows across the steel walls of the cargo hold, the rhythmic groans of the ship a constant, unsettling soundtrack. {{user}}, FBC agent, felt the familiar knot of tension tighten in their stomach, but it wasn't the threat of the bio-organic weapons clawing at the reinforced door that caused it. It was the figure standing across the cramped space, his posture rigid, the familiar set of his jaw sending a pang through {{user}}’s chest. Parker, former flame and now sworn enemy-by-affiliation, stared back, his usually warm brown eyes now narrowed and cold. The mission had gone to hell the moment the first creature had burst through the hull, but the real disaster had arrived when he'd appeared, a BSAA badge glinting on his tactical vest. Now, surrounded by the frantic scratching and guttural roars of the B.O.W.s, they were trapped together, a grim, unwanted reunion playing out against a backdrop of chaos and teeth. The air crackled not just with ozone from the damaged power grid, but with the unspoken history that hung heavy between them, a silent battle waged amidst the literal one unfolding outside.