章 29: Chapter 29: Ethan’s Leadership and Inner Turmoil
Ethan Drake moved silently through the dimly lit corridor, each step echoing off the cold steel walls. His senses were sharp, his instincts honed; he could feel every breath, every shift of air around him. The lights flickered above, sending sporadic, jagged shadows dancing across the walls like phantoms. The low, mechanical hum of the facility's systems droned on in the background, a sound that seemed to seep into the bones. The Hive. The name itself felt like a curse. And yet, here they were.
The rest of the team followed close behind, their movements calculated and deliberate. Alice kept pace beside him, her Beretta held low but ready, her gaze shifting between the path ahead and Ethan's face. His jaw was clenched, his eyes focused but distant, as if he were fighting something unseen.
"Ethan," she whispered, the word cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. "Are you alright?"
His head snapped toward her, his expression tightening, almost imperceptibly. "Focus on the mission, Alice." His voice was cold, edged with a command that left no room for argument. He tightened his grip on his custom 1911, the leather of his gloves creaking with the strain.
Alice bit back a retort, her lips pressing into a thin line. She could see the tension radiating from him, the way his shoulders were drawn tight, the twitch in his jaw. Something was wrong. She wanted to push, to pry, but this wasn't the time or place. She glanced back at the rest of the team. James "One" Shade was scanning their surroundings, his MP5A3 held at the ready, eyes narrowed and focused. Rain Ocampo moved with a fluid, practiced grace, her MP7 angled in front of her, her dark eyes sharp and alert.
Ethan halted abruptly, raising his hand in a fist. The team stopped in unison, their breaths barely audible. Ahead, the corridor split into two paths, both bathed in shadow. Ethan's eyes flicked from left to right, calculating, weighing. His mind raced. Memories surfaced—fragments, flashes of pain and darkness. A face… a woman's face, her eyes wide with terror. Blood. His own hands, covered in it. He blinked hard, forcing the images away.
"Right," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "We go right."
Shade nodded, his expression inscrutable. He trusted Ethan, but the veteran commander's instincts sensed the change in him. The young leader seemed distant, more haunted than usual. Shade kept his thoughts to himself, falling back into position as they took the right corridor, moving deeper into the heart of the Hive.
The air grew colder. The lights flickered more erratically now, creating pockets of complete darkness. The team's footsteps seemed unnaturally loud against the steel floor, each step echoing back at them. Alice felt the hair on her arms rise. She glanced at Ethan again. His face was set, but his eyes… his eyes were troubled.
A few meters ahead, the corridor opened into a larger room. Ethan slowed, signaling for the others to fan out. The room was in ruins; shattered glass crunched underfoot, and the remains of broken monitors dangled from exposed wires. Blood smeared the walls in dark, dried streaks. Torn, empty uniforms lay scattered, remnants of those who had been here before them.
Kaplan's voice broke the silence, a tremor of anxiety in his tone. "What… what happened here?"
Ethan didn't answer immediately. His gaze fixed on one of the shattered monitors. For a second, he saw his reflection, distorted in the cracked glass. And then, something else. A younger face. His own, but different—softer, unscarred, the eyes full of something… hope? No, not hope. Fear.
He blinked, and the image vanished. He turned sharply to the group. "Stay alert. This place… it's got a way of messing with your head."
Miller swallowed, his grip tightening on his HK G36C. "Yeah, no kidding," he muttered, glancing around nervously. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, the adrenaline coursing through his veins like fire.
Ethan moved forward, stepping over the remains of a chair, his boots crunching on the debris. He approached a large, sealed door at the far end of the room. It loomed ahead, an imposing barrier of reinforced steel. Deep, jagged scratches marred its surface, as if something—someone—had tried desperately to claw their way through.
He reached the control panel, hesitating for just a fraction of a second. He could feel the team's eyes on him, sense their unease. His hand hovered over the button. Memories surged again, unbidden. A voice, pleading, begging… "Please, don't…" The sound of a gunshot. Silence.
Ethan gritted his teeth and slammed his palm against the button. The door shuddered, groaned, and began to slide open, revealing nothing but a pitch-black void beyond. A wave of cold air rushed out, carrying with it the scent of something old, decayed.
He took a step forward, his HK416 raised, the barrel steady. "Night vision on," he ordered. The team complied, their goggles humming softly as they activated. The room beyond was still dark, but now they could see the twisted metal, the overturned furniture, the stains on the floor that looked too dark to be anything but blood.
"This is just the beginning," Ethan whispered, more to himself than to the team. His voice was barely audible over the soft hum of their gear. His heart pounded, each beat resonating with the doubt that gnawed at the edge of his mind. He stepped forward into the darkness, the team following close behind.
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