Story 659: Specter in the Snow

The northern winds howled through the dense forest as General Viktor "Bloodfang" Kruger marched through the frost-covered battlefield. Dressed in a heavy green combat uniform, his beret marked with the insignia of his old world, he looked more like a ghost from the past than the warlord of the present.

The mission had changed.

His stealth incursion into the catacombs had revealed a truth far worse than enemy resistance—someone was hunting him.

Kruger stopped at the tree line, his golden eyes scanning the white wasteland ahead. The ruins of an abandoned Soviet bunker loomed in the distance, half-buried beneath the ice. If his instincts were right, his pursuer was inside, waiting.

He adjusted his gloves and moved forward. The frost crunched beneath his boots, but his approach was silent—a predator in his element.

As he stepped into the bunker’s main corridor, he saw the signs of recent activity. Bullet casings. Bloodstains. Something had already died here.