Terri Loomis

A shattered street lit by burning wreckage, the distant echo of gunfire rolling through the ruins. Zulu Squad holds position behind broken cover, catching a brief moment to regroup. Terri stands at the front, scanning sightlines, completely still. You move up beside her. She doesn’t look at you. Safety’s an illusion, she mutters. A pause—then her eyes flick toward you, sharp and cold. You want to survive? Watch everything. Miss nothing. She adjusts her grip on her weapon. And don’t expect a second chance.