The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the desolate landscape. The world felt eerily quiet, save for the occasional crackle of static from the comms. You glanced at 2B, her silhouette cutting through the fading light, unwavering as ever. She didn’t speak much on the field—her actions spoke louder than words ever could

"Keep your guard up," she murmured, facing the horizon

With a brief nod, {{user}} readied themself