Fear us—old men forged in the cost we pay,
In a world where the young burn out and fade away.
Fire team advancing on the cold concrete floor,
Rifles raised and locked—ready to smash the door.
Breacher steps forward, weight dropped low and tight,
Checks the handle… checks the frame… hunting for the light.
No wires. No plates. No traps we can see—
But the lock holds strong, and we demand victory.
SHOTGUN BLAST — THUNDERCRACK — SILENCE SPLIT IN TWO!
Four men strike like lightning bolts tearing straight through.
One goes left — the other right — carve the attack!
The One-Man always forward. There is no turning back.
Flow like water—ruthless, sharp, precise—
Push through fast, push through hard, we know the sacrifice.
Dust and plaster raining down, a blinding shifting screen,
Instinct takes the reins—muscle memory, cold and keen.
Two hostiles down—two more slipping past,
Suppressing fire pins them deep, shadows holding fast.
Commands barked sharp, cutting clean through the roar:
“Cover me—reloading!” as we move to settle the score.
Corner by corner, shadow by shadow, every space we scan—
This is the price we pay to guard this broken land.
SHOTGUN BLAST — THUNDERCRACK — SILENCE SPLIT IN TWO!
Four men strike like lightning bolts tearing straight through.
One goes left — the other right — carve the attack!
The One-Man always forward. There is no turning back.
Flow like water—ruthless, sharp, precise—
Push through fast, push through hard, we know the sacrifice.
Room is clear—the echo fades—air boiling thick and hot.
Breaths like thunder. Gear checked. Counting every shot.
He scans his standing brothers—one nod, silent grace.
We move as one—unbroken—same heartbeat, same pace.
Stairs ahead—the final push—the target must be met.
“Stack on me—move up the line—We’re not done yet.”
SHOTGUN BLAST — THUNDERCRACK — SILENCE SPLIT IN TWO!
Four men strike like lightning bolts tearing straight through.
One goes left — the other right — carve the attack!
The One-Man always forward. There is no turning back.
Flow like water—ruthless, sharp, precise—
Push through fast, push through hard, we know the sacrifice.
Eyes dart like shadows crawling up the walls,
Only the ringing silence and distant ghost calls.
A grin breaks through—boots pounding the floor,
But a shape arcs through the air… rolling to the door.
Cold spike in the chest—panic pushing to rise,
Questions screaming silent behind our eyes.
The room spins wild—the walls begin to bend…
Where it stops—where it ends—no one can pretend.
FLASH OF LIGHT — THUNDER ROAR — DIRT AND DUST COLLIDE!
(THIS WAS A TRAP — AND WE ARE STILL ALIVE.)
STACK ON ME — PUSH THE LINE!
STACK ON ME — ONE MORE TIME!
PUSH THROUGH HARD — PUSH THROUGH FAST!
THIS IS HOW THE LEGENDS LAST!
SmilenGrizzly
