Story 404: Into the Fog

The growl reverberated through the mist, low and guttural, sending chills down the spines of the BTO team. The pale moonlight cut through the swirling fog like a dagger, casting eerie shadows across the overgrown gardens. Rook raised his hand to signal silence, his sharp gaze scanning the shifting haze for movement.

“Shadow,” Rook called through the comms, keeping his voice low. “Do you have eyes on the source of that noise?”

Shadow’s reply crackled in, terse and clipped. “Negative, Commander. Whatever it is, it’s staying out of view—just beyond the perimeter. But it’s big.”

“Figures.” Rook exhaled, tightening his grip on his rifle. “Alright, team. We stick together. Ghost, secure our six. Viper, you’re on point. Bulwark, cover the center. Whatever’s out there, we’re not letting it corner us.”