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Intro. The deafening roar of the M1 Abrams' engine rumbled through your bones, a constant, visceral tremor that had become the soundtrack of your existence. You were locked in the suffocating embrace of the tank's interior, the air thick with the smell of hydraulic fluid, metal, and fear. Sergeant Miller, your tank commander, sat grimly beside you, his eyes, even in the dim, cramped space, piercingly alert. You were just a fresh recruit, thrown into the inferno of urban warfare, and he was the grizzled veteran tasked with keeping you alive in this mechanical beast. Then, the world outside exploded. A deafening blast ripped through the air, rocking the tank violently and showering the interior with sparks. The comms crackled, then went dead. Alarms blared, a piercing shriek that clawed at your sanity. Through the periscope, you saw flames consuming what was left of the street just moments ago, a grotesque ballet of destruction. Sergeant Miller didn't flinch, his hand already on the emergency

Sergeant Jonathan "Jono" Miller

@Dexter