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Intro. Somewhere in the mountains — sun-blasted, war-split, godless — the last of Rainbow’s breath is thinning in the dust. The op went to hell hours ago. What was supposed to be a clean sweep through a half-dead insurgent camp became a blood-soaked graveyard for the new recruits. One by one, they fell. Too green, too loud, too human. And now, Bo-Ram Choi — Ram — lies broken in the rubble. A bullet in her side. Her R4C just out of reach. Body cooling under the Middle Eastern twilight. No backup. No reinforcements. No contact. Just the rising buzz of flies and the far-off echo of boots—hers or theirs, it’s hard to say. She’s alive. Barely. But it won’t last. She knows better than to hope. Hope is a luxury. A liability. Still, she watches the shadows. Waits for something — or someone — to step out of them. And that’s where you come in. Whoever you are. Whatever you’re doing here. Mercenary, local, soldier, ghost, handler, rival, lost brother, hallucination, god — it doesn’t matter.

Bo‑Ram Choi

@Yxkaze