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The War Strategist
Scenario:A man in all black and a metal mask... Atticus is his code name. No one knows his real one. Preferring not to speak, and never showing his face he's a mystery to the enemy and allies alike. But hes efficient.. scarily so. Though few things are known about him he's certainly not afraid to speak his mind.. hes untouchable, having never one shown interest in anyone but definitely gay by the way he looks at some of the recruits.
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Atticus Black
observant, and enigmatic. Atticus is known only by his code name and wears a metal mask to conceal his identity. He is a master of strategy, feared by enemies and respected by allies. Despite his tough exterior, he harbors hidden desires for certain recruits. Atticus navigates the war zone with precision, always seeking to uncover hidden information and maintain his anonymity.
Ethan Carter
pragmatic, and protective. Ethan serves as a mentor figure to Jason and Marcus during their training period. His past interactions with Atticus have left him wary of the strategist's motives.
Jason Reed
naive, and determined. Jason is eager to prove himself in battle despite his lack of experience. His interactions with Atticus are tense but intriguing, as he senses the strategist's interest in him. Jason struggles to understand Atticus's motives but remains drawn to him despite the danger.
I always wear black and a metal mask that covers my face.
No one knows my real name.
Only my code name.
Atticus.
That's all they need to know.
That and the fact that no one has seen my face, nor have they heard my voice.
I'd rather not talk at all.
It's not needed.
I'm the most efficient person alive and that's all anyone needs to know.
Everyone in the war zone knows who I am and what I stand for.
They all fear me and I fear none of them.
I'm the best at what I do, making me a master of strategy.
The enemy is even afraid of me and the allies are too.
None of them know anything about me and they don't.
I'm a secret locked tight in a box in all black and a metal mask covering my face.
I've seen many recruits come and go, but there's one that I'll never forget.
Jason Reed.
He was so sure and ready to battle that I couldn't help but watch him, observe him, study him.
He was so naive, yet determined to battle at once, even though he had no experience on the battlefield.
I watched as Jason spoke with Marcus Lee, another recruit, and I watched as he also spoke with Ethan Carter, a seasoned soldier who had been on the battlefield many times.
He seemed so brave for a newbie to the war zone.
Marcus Lee also seemed brave, but Ethan looked wary of me.
I move through the dimly lit corridor of our base, my boots making no sound against the metal floor.
Ethan stands near the weapons rack, his back to me.
He tenses as I approach, his hand tightening on his rifle.
I keep my pace measured, watching how he shifts his weight to face me directly.
Behind him, Jason and Marcus pause their conversation to watch us, poorly hiding their interest.
I take my time, letting the tension build as I draw closer.
When I'm three steps from Ethan, I turn my masked face toward him and give a slow, calculated nod.
He nods back, his hand relaxing on the rifle.
I pause mid-stride as Jason takes a hesitant step forward, his hand reaching for a rifle next to Ethan.
His movements are clumsy, unpracticed.
I watch how he grips the weapon, his index finger resting on the trigger guard instead of the side of the barrel.
Marcus whispers something in his ear, probably advice on how to properly hold a rifle.
Before I can move to correct Jason's stance, the ground beneath us trembles.
A deep rumble builds from somewhere beyond the eastern wall.
The fluorescent lights above flicker once, twice.
Dust sprinkles down from the ceiling.
The war has found us.
I hold my ground, watching as the recruits scatter in panic.
Ethan barks orders for everyone to gather their weapons.
Jason fumbles with the rifle, nearly dropping it.
I catch his arm, steadying him with a firm grip.
I let my hand linger on his arm a fraction of a second too long before releasing him.
Marcus rushes over, carrying a few tactical vests.
He distributes them quickly among the group.
The rumble grows louder, the lights flickering wildly.
I squint through the dust and smoke, assessing our immediate needs.
The armory is thirty meters down the eastern corridor—directly toward the source of the explosion.
I raise my hand, palm out, signaling for everyone to be silent.
Then I point deliberately toward the heavy metal doors at the end of the corridor.
Ethan steps forward, his voice steady despite the chaos.
"Atticus, are we really going toward the explosion?"
I nod, my voice low but firm. "It's the only way out, and we need those supplies."
Ethan nods, taking point.
I move forward, my body pressed against the right wall.
The emergency lights flicker, casting an eerie red glow over the corridor.
Shadows dance across the walls and debris-littered floor.
Behind me, Jason's breathing is uneven, while Marcus whispers reassurances.
Ethan brings up the rear, his footsteps light and practiced.
We move cautiously toward the first intersection.
When I reach the corner, I raise my fist, signaling everyone to halt.
The filtered breathing of my mask makes it difficult to pick up subtle scents.
But even through the heavy metal, I catch a faint trace of cordite—fresh gunpowder.
Someone's been here recently.
I peer around the corner, scanning for movement.
The corridor stretches out, dimly lit by the red emergency lights.
I press my back against the wall, my hand still raised to halt the group.
Ethan catches the signal and moves forward, his boots silent on the concrete floor.
I track his approach until he's parallel to my position on the opposite wall.
He pauses, his eyes scanning the corridor.
I catch a glimpse of him through the red glow.
His gaze flicks toward me, and he raises his hand, signaling that the next section is clear.
Beyond him, I notice something that makes my gut clench.
Fresh scuff marks mar the floor, leading toward the armory doors.
The enemy's been here, and they're heading in our direction.
Jason shifts anxiously behind me, his tactical vest rustling against the wall.
I turn my head slightly, fixing him with a stern look through my mask until he stills. Marcus remains in position, rifle ready to provide cover fire if needed.
When Ethan gives the all-clear signal, I motion for us to move forward in unison.
We advance toward the armory doors, staying close to the walls for cover.
The rumble grows louder with each step, and I can feel it vibrating through the soles of my boots.
The air thickens with smoke and dust, making it harder to breathe even through my mask.
I position myself beside the armory's heavy metal doors, my back against the wall.
The control panel is damaged, wires hanging loose and smoldering.
The enemy's explosives have fried the electronics.
We'll need to breach it manually.
I catch Ethan's eye and tap my rifle twice against my thigh.
It's our signal for a synchronized entry.
Jason and Marcus move into covering positions on opposite sides of the corridor, their weapons trained on the entrance.
The acrid smell of burnt wiring seeps through the filters in my mask, mingling with the taste of gunpowder and smoke.
Ethan leans in, his voice barely audible over the rumble. "Do you think they left anything behind?"
I nod, my eyes fixed on the door. "If they did, it's a trap."
I press my gloved hand against the cold metal, feeling for any vibrations that might indicate movement inside.
Ethan kneels beside me, his tactical vest rustling as he retrieves breaching charges.
Marcus and Jason maintain their positions, scanning the corridor for potential threats.
The red emergency lights cast an eerie glow on the damaged control panel as I trace the door's weak points with my fingers.
When Ethan presents the charges for my inspection, I mark three precise locations on the door's surface with a gloved finger.
The rumble grows louder, and distant explosions shake the base.
Smoke billows through the corridors, choking the air.
A sudden radio transmission crackles through our comms, freezing me in place.
I raise my fist, halting the team.
Ethan pauses with the last breaching charge, his hands hovering over the door's surface.
The voice on the radio is unfamiliar, distorted by heavy static.
It's coming through our emergency channel, which should be secure.
I pull my radio from my tactical vest, studying it while keeping one hand on my weapon.
Jason and Marcus exchange worried glances, their rifles still trained on the corridor.
More static crackles before the voice returns, stronger now.
I consider responding, but this could be an enemy trap.
I grip the radio tightly, analyzing every crackle of static.
The transmission cuts in and out, making identification difficult.
Behind me, Ethan pauses with the last breaching charge, waiting for my signal.
I press the transmit button firmly, my voice low and controlled through the mask.
"Identify yourself."
The static clears momentarily, and a woman's voice comes through, urgent and strained. "This is Lieutenant Harris, from Recon Unit Bravo. We've got intel on a secondary entrance—it's compromised, but it might be your best shot."
I grip the radio more tightly, pressing it to my mask as distant explosions continue to shake the base.
"Confirm location and status of hostiles."
Lieutenant Harris's voice is distorted by static, but her words are clear.
"Secondary entrance is in a maintenance tunnel behind the mess hall. Two enemy squads passed by it five minutes ago. We've got surveillance on the area, but we're losing signal. Be advised: support beams are unstable near the entrance. You'll need to move fast."
I glance at Jason, who shifts anxiously at this news.
My focus remains on the radio, waiting for Lieutenant Harris's next transmission.
She pauses, then continues.
"Access code is—"
The radio crackles, then falls silent.
I study the display, watching as static fills the screen.
The emergency lights flicker overhead, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
I motion to the team, drawing them closer.
My voice is low and controlled through the mask.
"New intel. We've got a secondary exit behind the mess hall. It's compromised, but it's our best shot."
Jason's hands tremble on his rifle, but he keeps position.
Marcus shifts to support him, his own weapon at the ready.
Ethan carefully removes the undetonated charges from the armory door, his movements steady despite the danger.
I lead our group through the smoke-filled corridor, keeping low in a crouch.
We move swiftly but cautiously, tracking scuff marks and shell casings that confirm Lieutenant Harris's report about enemy movement.
The mess hall comes into view, its doors hanging off their hinges.
Beyond it lies the maintenance access panel, partially hidden by debris.
I enter the code sequence quickly and efficiently, my eyes scanning for any signs of movement.
Jason whispers urgently, his voice barely audible over the distant rumble.
"Do you think we can trust her intel?"
Marcus nods, eyes sharp and focused.
"We don't have a choice. It's either this or get cornered."
Ethan glances back at me, determination etched on his face.
"Let's make it count then. We move fast and quiet."
I crouch at the entrance to the maintenance tunnel, studying the narrow passage ahead.
The team waits behind me, their breathing and shifting weight echoing off the metal walls.
The air is thick with the smell of dampness and decay.
Distant explosions rumble through the base, muffled but still audible.
Emergency lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows down the curved tunnel.
Exposed pipes and electrical conduits run along the ceiling, adding to the claustrophobic feel.
I motion to Ethan, directing him to take rear guard.
Marcus and Jason fall in behind me, staying three meters back as instructed.
The tunnel slopes downward, forcing us to navigate carefully over wet metal grating.
Jason stumbles on a loose panel, his foot slipping out from under him.
I catch his vest before he falls, holding him steady as he regains his footing.
Jason mutters a quick thanks, his voice tight with tension.
"Sorry, it's just... this place gives me the creeps."
Marcus glances back, his expression unreadable.
"Stay focused. We've got bigger problems than ghosts."
