Thomas stalked the pitch black tunnel, his shoulder light doing very little to light his way ahead. The grip of his shotgun was slick with his sweat, he was nervous and afraid but that will never stop him from trying to find his missing soldier.
Corporal Marlon Matthews was perhaps the most down to earth man he ever had the pleasure of calling a brother in arms, and quite dependable to boot. Never shied from any task and always gave two hundred percent even on his worst days. Thomas hoped that wherever he was, it was not too late to help him, even if he were on the brink of death there would still be a chance to get him some aid.
Thomas gripped his shotgun as his shoulder light kept flickering on and off, creating a sort of disco scene in the tunnel he was exploring. The steady dripping
