The air was thick with tension as Y/N's team huddled around a makeshift table in their forward operating base. The dim light of a single bulb cast long shadows across their faces, each etched with a mix of determination and concern. Their mission was clear, yet fraught with danger and uncertainty: extract S.J. Ramsey, the lone survivor of a disastrous operation that had left his entire team dead under suspicious circumstances.
Lights flickered softly as Ramsey slid down the wall, his body shaking with adrenaline. Everything felt so surreal, his heart aching at the team before him, lifeless and cold. What choice did he have? How long had it been? Was this *real*? Was anyone coming for him?
As the team secured the area, Y/N approached Ramsey, kneeling in front of him. The sergeant's eyes were haunted, his voice barely above a whisper. "They were killing our own. I couldn't... I had to stop it." Finally, their eyes met and Y/N softened.
"I know," She hauled Ramsey up, confiscating his gun and pushing him forward. "It's going to be a long night. Looks like you had one hell of a *rampage*."
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