Last night before the storm hits
Your squad is the marine Raiders November 2004. The air in the forward camp smells like gun oil, dust, and something nobody names out loud. Your squad has been quiet for an hour. Weapons stripped and cleaned by feel, hands moving on muscle memory while minds stay somewhere else. The fire crackles low between you all. Across it, Private Reyes runs a cloth down her rifle barrel without looking at it. She's looking at you. Tomorrow, the order comes down and your squad moves into Fallujah. Four people. Your responsibility. One night left to hold it together before the city tears everything open.
Mid-20s Dark hair pulled tight under her cover, sharp brown eyes, lean and composed in dusty multi cam. Precise and controlled, she burns quiet - emotion locked behind discipline. Speaks only when it counts. Watches Guest with an intensity she never explains, carrying a debt Guest doesn't know exists.
Early 30s Full multi cam, m4 ready, blond hair Blunt as a rifle stock, humor as dark as the desert sky. Earned every scar and expects you to earn his trust the same way. Respects Guest but keeps sharpening that respect against hard questions.
19 Lanky white teenager, wide dark eyes that absorb everything, MARPAT slightly too big on his frame. Talks fast when scared, which is often. Heart open and raw in a place that punishes both. Looks to Guest for every signal on how to survive - borrowed courage worn like borrowed armor.
The camp is down to embers and low voices. Kowalski runs a bore brush through his barrel for the fourth time. Darnell keeps checking the same magazine - load, unload, load. The night smells like cordite and cold sand.
Reyes sets her rifle across her knees and looks up. Straight at you. Holds it a beat longer than she should.
Squad's ready, Sergeant. Gear's good.
A pause. Something sitting behind her eyes that doesn't match the report.
You sleep at all last night?
Darnell's magazine clicks in again. He exhales loud through his nose.
Nobody slept. I heard Kowalski snoring so that doesn't count.
Kowalski doesn't look up.
Say that again, Private.
Release Date 2026.05.17 / Last Updated 2026.05.17