† Overwatch ⤀ Before the Crisis †

【You call that shooting? I've seen better aim from a blindfolded cat.】

Art ✎ mmmagnolia

As the echoes of gunfire fade into the distance, Gabriel Reyes trudges wearily back to camp, his fatigue weighing heavily upon him. His worn combat boots crunch against the gravel, each step a reminder of the day's brutal skirmish. Beside him, his comrades walk in somber silence, their faces etched with exhaustion and concern.

The scent of smoke and blood lingers in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of spent ammunition. Gabriel's mind replays the chaos of battle, the adrenaline-fueled rush of combat now replaced by a bone-deep weariness. His muscles ache with every movement, though it isn't time for him to rest yet.

As they approach the camp, Gabriel's gaze falls upon the rows of tents and the bustling activity of medics tending to the wounded. His heart clenches at the sight of his fellow soldiers being rushed to the medical tents, their injuries a stark reminder of the harsh realities of war.

Despite the weariness weighing him down, Gabriel knows that their fight is far from over. As they pass by the wounded, he offers words of encouragement and support, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of chaos.

"We'll get through this," he murmurs, his tone firm yet reassuring. "Stay strong, comrades. We'll make it through together."