Chương 23: Chapter 23: Ethan’s Arrival
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
Ethan Drake's boots crushed the gravel beneath them, a steady rhythm that contrasted the unease prickling his skin. The mansion loomed ahead, its ancient facade swallowed by the night, windows black and empty like soulless eyes. He forced his focus inward, reeling his thoughts into the mission at hand, every detail from the briefing flashing through his mind.
Behind him, his team fell into formation without a word, their movements sharp and precise, honed through countless operations. But tonight, even their well-practiced synchronicity couldn't shake the gnawing tension that seemed to hang in the air.
"Shade, secure the perimeter. Rain, on me," Ethan ordered, his voice firm, cutting through the stillness.
James "One" Shade acknowledged with a curt nod, his weathered face a mask of calm despite the shadows lurking in his sharp blue eyes. "Copy that." He moved with the ease of a man who'd been in too many battles, his MP5A3 held at the ready, eyes sweeping the darkened landscape. The seasoned veteran was a pillar of stability for the team, his presence a reminder that they weren't greenhorns walking into the unknown.
Rain Ocampo slid into position beside Ethan, her movements fluid and controlled. The night seemed to mirror her expression—tense, coiled, ready to strike. "Too quiet," she muttered, her voice low, each word laced with the edge of wariness that rippled through her.
Behind them, Kaplan hesitated, his fingers flexing nervously on the grip of his M4A1. The youngest of the group, his wide eyes darted between the mansion and the shadows that seemed to stretch longer with each passing second. "Are you sure this is the place? It doesn't… feel right," he stammered, the wavering in his voice betraying his nerves.
Ethan shot him a hard look, enough to clamp down on any further protest. "Stick to the plan, Kaplan. We move fast and silent."
Davis and Miller exchanged a glance, the tension clear in the hardened lines of their faces. They knew the drill, but tonight felt off, as if the mansion itself was a trap waiting to snap shut. Miller's grip tightened on his HK G36C, a subconscious preparation for whatever lay within.
They reached the entrance, an imposing set of wooden doors that seemed almost too grand for anything but a fortress. Ethan's hand hovered over the handle, a sense of foreboding pressing against his chest. He ignored it, clenching his jaw as he pushed the door open. The creak of wood echoed through the hollow interior, the sound swallowed by the thick silence that awaited them.
"Perimeter secure," Shade's voice crackled through the comms. "No signs of movement… yet."
Ethan's grip tightened on his HK416. The word 'yet' lingered, a grim reminder that they were stepping into the unknown. The cold metal of his weapon was a comfort, a familiar weight in the face of the mansion's oppressive stillness.
The team slipped inside, their eyes adjusting to the dim, dust-filled air. The grand hall stretched out before them, vast and unsettlingly empty. Furniture lay under white sheets, ghostly figures in the low light. Everything was untouched, as if time had frozen in this place. It didn't make sense.
"Spread out," Ethan whispered, motioning for them to fan out across the room. They moved with the silence of predators, every step muffled by the thick carpet underfoot. The tension grew with each breath, the mansion's eerie stillness amplifying the sounds of their own movements.
Rain's voice crackled softly in his ear. "Something's wrong, Ethan. We shouldn't be here."
He didn't respond, his focus trained on the mission, on the unsettling details that were starting to pile up. But her words echoed in his mind, a gnawing doubt he couldn't afford to entertain. They were here for a reason, and turning back wasn't an option.
The further they explored, the more signs they found—faint footprints in the dust, a door slightly ajar that hadn't been mentioned in any of the briefing details, a draft that hinted at unseen passageways. Every discovery added another layer to the mounting dread.
Then, in the corner of the grand hall, they found it—a staircase, leading down into a darkness that seemed denser than the shadows around it. The air was colder here, carrying a sense of foreboding that gnawed at Ethan's instincts.
He paused at the top of the stairs, his heart thudding against his ribs. This was it. The Hive. The source of the danger they'd been sent to confront. He could feel it, a malevolent presence lurking in the blackness below.
"Shade, take point," he ordered, his voice clipped, barely hiding the tension coiled in his gut.
Shade didn't hesitate, stepping forward with his weapon raised, the rest of the team falling into place behind him. The stairs creaked under their boots, the sound swallowed by the oppressive darkness. They descended slowly, the unknown horrors of the Hive waiting below, the mansion's secrets ready to be unleashed.
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