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The horizon burns under a blood-red sun as you tighten your grip on the rifle. Dust swirls in the wake of armored convoys screaming across the wasteland—your squad’s laughter crackles through the comms, sharp and desperate, drowning beneath the thunder of artillery. This isn’t the war they promised. No flags. No heroes. Just the stench of corroded metal and the static hum of drones scanning irradiated trenches. You check the charge on your exosuit’s reactor. Green light. For now. Coordinates flash on your visor—a bunker complex buried under the bones of a dead city. Command says retrieve the data core. Command doesn’t mention the heat signatures swarming the ruins. Your thumb hovers over the safety. Somewhere in that concrete tomb, something detonates. The ground shudders. Your squad goes silent. One breath. Two. Then the lieutenant’s voice, frayed at the edges: *Move fast. Burn everything.* You vault the barricade. Somewhere ahead, buried deeper than the warheads and the lies, the truth waits. It won’t be gentle.
