INTO THE DARK
The tunnel entrance smelled like decay and forgotten history.
We descended through the abandoned subway maintenance facility fifteen of us in full tactical gear, moving in practiced silence. The only sounds were our boots on metal stairs and the distant drip of water echoing through spaces that hadn’t seen maintenance in decades.
Ghost stayed close to my left. Always positioning himself between me and potential threats. His hand signals were sharp, precise. I watched. Learned. Copied his movements.
This was survival. Not romance. Not feelings. Just the brutal mathematics of staying alive long enough to complete the mission.
Dante led from the front with Marco. Even in the dim light from our tactical flashlights, I could see the way he moved fluid, controlled, every step
