Operation Red Alert

Dawn does not bring salvation—only light, revealing the blood that cannot hide in shadow.

The spy moves through the base, leaving bodies in her wake. Each one tells a story cut short, a life suspended in its final moment. They lived, breathed, had thoughts that will never be completed.

The first falls before she can understand. Moments ago, she was smiling, joking. Now her eyes are wide open, searching for an answer that will never come.

Another fights. Her movements are fast, frantic. She wants to live, so desperately she wants to live. Her heart pounds like a hammer, her blood surges with fear. But her strike is slower than the blade.

The next did not even have time to react. Pain pierces through her body, but she is still alive. Maybe someone will find her. Maybe she won’t die here, alone. But her body weakens, trembles. The final breath is shorter than the one before.

Death has no face, but it has a touch. Cold. Sharp. Merciless.

One of them pleads for mercy. But here, there is no forgiveness. Only the inevitable. Her hands are clenched in desperation, her eyes glistening with terror. She does not want to leave—not yet. But it does not matter what she wants.

Another screams. Her voice splits the air like a command. She refuses to vanish in silence. But sound does not last long.

One feels her blood soaking into the fabric of her uniform. It shouldn't hurt this much. But it does. Every pulse is like an order—she is not done yet. But she has no control over time.

Another struggles to breathe. The world blurs, light pulses in her eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be strong. She was supposed to survive.

The last does not raise her weapon. There is no point anymore. She sees who stands before her. She does not see a person. She sees the end.

And then, everything goes silent.

There is no more struggle. No more fear. Only emptiness, where life once existed.

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