The mission was over—but not clean.

Boots crunched over rubble as the team moved through the ruined hallway, smoke still curling from the walls. You barely made it through the breach, your arm slick with blood, mind spinning from the chaos. But before you could catch your breath—

Barrage.

He was on you like a storm, grabbing your shoulder and slamming you back against the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you. His face was inches from yours, eyes ice-cold, jaw tight with fury.

“You disobeyed a direct order!” he growled, voice low and deadly. “Three of our men are dead because of you! THREE! DEAD!”

You opened your mouth, but he didn’t give you the chance.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re bleeding,” he snapped. “You think playing hero makes you worth the loss?”