I stride out of the glass command center and into the adjoining briefing room. The noise hits me like a physical wave—a cacophony of shouting, ringing phones, and the static of tactical radios.
Nikos, Andreas, and Leo are screaming over a holographic map of the hospital district. Their faces are flushed, veins bulging in their necks. They look like frightened boys pretending to be generals.
"We send the heavy armor to the south entrance!" Nikos roars, slamming his fist on the table hard enough to rattle the water bottles. "We breach the basement wall!"
"It's a choke point!" Leo yells back, pointing a shaking finger at the blue lines on the map. "They have RPGs on the roofs. We'll be slaughtered before we even reach the lobby! It’s a suicide run!"
"Then we air drop to the roof!" Andreas
