Story 612: The Unshaken General

The flickering torchlight barely illuminated the cavern as General Viktor ‘Bloodfang’ Kruger stood with arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Behind him, the tunnel entrance gaped like a maw, the sounds of distant gunfire echoing through the underground stronghold. His forces were already engaged with the rebel scum who dared to attack.

Kruger exhaled slowly. He had seen countless battles, crushed hundreds beneath his iron will, and yet the resistance still clung to foolish hope. Hope was a disease—one he took great pleasure in eradicating.

Behind him, Sergeant Darius ‘Hellhound’ Rook emerged from the shadows, his shotgun slung over his shoulder. "General, we’ve lost contact with the north perimeter. Either they’re dead, or they’re too busy fighting to report."

Kruger’s fingers twitched against his forearm. "Then we assume they are dead. Which means the enemy is close."