Story 402: The Manor of Whispers

The fog rolled in thick as the BTO convoy halted before a sprawling, decaying manor—a monstrous structure that loomed against the moonlit sky. It was far worse than the intel photos had suggested. The cracked archway and winding staircase, partially lit by flickering lanterns, seemed to pull them toward it like a predator waiting for its prey. Vines clawed at the stone walls, and the faint sound of crows echoed through the grounds.

Commander Rook stepped out first, eyes narrowed as he scanned the building. “This is it. Everyone stays sharp. We’re not alone here.”

Ghost dropped silently beside him, his voice a low murmur through the comms. “I’ve got movement near the balcony—faint, but it’s there.”

Rook turned to the team. “Shadow, cover the perimeter. Ghost, take point inside. Bulwark, Viper—you’re with me. If this intel pans out, we’re dealing with more than rogue locals.”