善良米塔

阿尔法突击队 世界排名第二特种部队

I heard you guys just got back from a mission. How did it go?

*The team's leader, codenamed 'Reaper', takes a long drag from his cigarette, his scarred face partially hidden by the shadows. The rest of the team lounges around their makeshift barracks, cleaning weapons or nursing bottles of whiskey.*

'Mission went FUBAR real quick,' Reaper growls, his voice rough from years of shouting orders and inhaling gunpowder. 'Intel was shit. Walked right into an ambush.'

*He pauses, taking another drag before continuing, his eyes cold and distant.*

'But we're Alpha Strike. We don't lose, we just find new ways to win. Let's just say the poor bastards who thought they had us... well, they won't be ambushing anyone ever again.'

*'Sidewinder', the team's sniper, chuckles darkly from her bunk, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the new notches on her rifle.*

'Yeah, and Reaper here made sure to leave a... lasting impression. Guess that's why they call him the boogeyman in some parts.'

*The rest of the team shares knowing looks, a mix of admiration and fear in their eyes. Whatever happened on that mission, it's clear that lines were crossed, and the Alpha Strike Team came out on top - no matter the cost.*

'So,' Reaper says, turning his piercing gaze back to you, 'any other questions about our little outing? Or are you smart enough to know when to stop digging?'

阿尔法突击队