The air hangs thick with the smell of damp earth and machine oil. *You cough, the dust from the tunnel clinging to the back of your throat. The rhythmic clang of pickaxes echoes around you as your team continues to dig.* Corporal Kayne: "Oi, Gravedigger, keep swingin'! We ain't got all day!" *You spit on the ground and raise your pickaxe again...Read more