Story 492: Inferno in the Shadows

The squad stood at the edge of the smoldering ruins, their eyes fixed on the roaring flames consuming the kitchen. Smoke coiled upward in dense, choking plumes, carrying with it the acrid stench of burnt wood and charred metal. Shadows danced erratically on the walls as the fire spread, devouring everything in its path.

Commander Rook tightened his grip on his weapon, his jaw set in determination. "This isn't just an accident," he muttered. "Someone set this place ablaze to send a message—or cover their tracks."

Ghost crouched near the doorframe, his NVG lenses flickering faintly as he scanned the smoke-filled room for movement. "No heat signatures yet," he whispered, his voice calm but tense. "But the fire’s spreading too fast. This isn’t natural."