Story 693: Blood Debt

Sergeant Darius "Hellhound" Rook clenched his fists as General Kruger stepped out of the darkness, his crimson beret almost glowing under the flickering firelight. His cold, calculating eyes locked onto Rook and the unconscious Captain Wolfe, who still twitched from the electrical shock.

“Tsk, tsk,” Kruger muttered, shaking his head. “You just had to make things difficult, didn’t you, Rook?”

Rook wiped the blood from his lip, leveling his rifle at the warlord. “Let him go, Kruger. Whatever you did to Wolfe, undo it.”

Kruger chuckled. “Oh, you misunderstand, Sergeant.” He stepped forward, his massive frame casting a long shadow. “Captain Wolfe was never my enemy. He volunteered for this.”

Rook’s grip on his rifle tightened. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” Kruger smirked. “You still believe this war is black and white. That your so-called resistance is fighting for the ‘greater good.’” He gestured to Wolfe. “But Wolfe? He finally saw the truth. He saw what’s coming.”