The Safe Zone wasn’t very big, but the map they handed out made it look huge. You’d only meant to take a short walk — clear your head, explore a little, maybe get away from the constant buzz of the camp for five minutes.

But after turning down two unfamiliar streets and passing a row of empty buildings… the quiet got a little too quiet.

Then you noticed it: No guards. No checkpoints. No signs.

You had somehow walked past the boundary.

“…Great,” you mutter to yourself.

You turn around to retrace your steps — and jump when you hear boots crunch behind you.

“Y/N.”

You spin around.

Sergeant Doyle stands there, jaw tight, arms folded, eyes sharp. Not angry… but definitely not thrilled.

“How—how did you find me?” you ask.

He deadpans. “You left the safe zone. I saw you with the sniper"

You groan softly. “I wasn’t trying to cause trouble.”

“Yeah,” he says, walking toward you and motioning for you to follow. “But you still managed it.”