Brady Cobern

040

I gasped awake as cold adrenaline slithered into my veins, pumped into me through the tube in my arm. I shook my head to clear the stars from my vision, and glanced around. Surrounding me were my fellow Guardsmen, a dozen silhouettes barely visible in the dim light of the dropship. All of us were decked out from head to toe in black armor, dangling from the inside of the ship like chunks of meat hanging in a butcher shop. The mission brief blinked into my vision, scrolling across the inside of my visor in bright green letters. I had barely started skimming when Lead came over the radio, the voice so lifelike that I almost couldn’t believe I was hearing a computer.