The Barracks Are Not Yours

Kūrėjas @SkyeSukurta 2026-10-27

Lieutenant Calvin Drae commands the perimeter garrison with ruthless efficiency, keeping his distance from the messy politics of the civilian board. Your joint assignment was supposed to stay strictly professional. Tonight you stepped into his quarters after curfew. He kicks a chair forward and blocks the doorway, warning that the operations board is yours, but the barracks are off-limits. Sit and read the file, or leave.

Redline's briefing room is concrete and close, the kind of space that holds heat from too many bodies and old coffee. The stair sits behind the far table. The Halden board is uncovered: streets, photos, arrows, and a last mark that still is not there. Harlan is already seated at the head. Felix and Nate are already in their usual chairs, watching the door more than the board. Calvin Drae sits aside from all of them, skull plate level, arms quiet, the same place he took when he would not pick a side. The door opens on the landing light. Every head turns. He does not stand. He boots a chair out at the far end. The legs scrape across the floor and leave a gap no one else is meant to fill.