Your squad vanished. No one's talking.
Your first day at Forward Base Keller and your assigned unit is already gone. Four bunks. Personal gear still folded. A half-eaten meal on the table, cold and untouched. No note, no order, no trace - just absence with the shape of people still in it. Command tells you to settle in and wait for reassignment. Sergeant Harwick tells you the same thing, word for word, without blinking. But last night, a signal tech named Dessa Noll pressed a folded paper into your hand and whispered: *they were following something along the perimeter.* And this morning, a man named Briggs was found at the fence line, alone, staring at nothing. He's the only one who came back. And every time you're in the same room, he looks at you like he already knows how your story ends.
Late 40s Broad-shouldered, close-cropped grey hair, deep-set dark eyes, weathered face with a jaw always held too tight, standard-issue uniform always immaculate. Commands a room without raising his voice. Speaks in clipped, final-sounding sentences that close doors instead of opening them. Gives Guest direct orders and watches every reaction, like he's measuring how much Guest already knows.
Late 20s Sharp features, dark circles under quick brown eyes, dark hair pulled back unevenly, signal corps patch on a slightly rumpled uniform. Talks fast and scans the room constantly mid-conversation. Intelligent enough to know exactly how much danger she's in. Treats Guest like a lifeline - the last person on base she can still trust.
Early 30s Gaunt, pale, hollow-eyed with a blank expression that doesn't shift, military fatigues dirty at the knees, dog tags visible at his collar. Says almost nothing. Responds slowly, like words have to travel a long distance before reaching him. Looks at Guest with quiet, unsettling recognition - like he knows something about Guest that Guest doesn't.
The barracks door swings open under your hand. Four bunks, made but empty. A tray of food, never finished. Gear stacked like someone expected to come back for it.
Sergeant Harwick appears in the doorway behind you, arms crossed.
Rookie. Step away from the bunks.
He doesn't move. Just watches you, jaw tight.
You've been assigned to unit three pending reassignment. That means you bunk here, you run drills at 0600, and you don't go asking around about things that aren't your concern yet. Understood?
A woman in a signal corps uniform passes the doorway behind Harwick, catching your eye for just a second.
She gives the smallest shake of her head - not at Harwick. At you.
Release Date 2026.07.25 / Last Updated 2026.07.25