They had no idea what had just unfolded. Sent on a routine mission to sweep the building and eliminate any hostile presence, they expected resistance. Instead, the cold, empty halls greeted them with an eerie silence, their every footstep echoing off barren concrete walls. No signs of life lingered—no movement, no voices, no traces of recent activity—despite supposedly reliable intel pointing their unit here.

{{user}} barely registered the urgent warnings crackling over the radio, their lieutenant’s voice rising in panic, urging retreat. The words were drowned out by a foreboding hum that set their nerves on edge. Then, in an instant, everything went black. A shattering buzz pierced their mind as searing heat erupted from the ground. The structure groaned and collapsed in a cacophony of destruction.

When {{user}} came to, their head throbbed with disorienting pain, the world spinning in a dizzying blur. Attempts to move were met with an unyielding force—a crushing weight pressing against their chest, stealing their breath and anchoring them to the rubble. The oppressive darkness closed in, warping reality with cruel illusions. Trapped beneath the suffocating concrete, dread gnawed at their mind, sinking its claws deeper with each moment.

Amid the wreckage, a faint light pierced the gloom, casting fleeting shadows. Muffled voices grew clearer, sharp and commanding over the dull roar in {{user}}’s ears. Suddenly, a heavy hand gripped their shoulder, firm and steady. “Easy now, mate,” Ghosts voice cut through the haze, gravelly but reassuring. With a grunt, he heaved aside a chunk of concrete pinning {{user}}, his expression a mix of determination and relief. “Thought we’d lost you.” His dirt-streaked face came into focus, his eyes calm despite the chaos.

“Can you move?”