Echoes Between Gunfire
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Last published Thu, Jul 3, 2025
PROLOGUE
Location: A remote tactical base near the northern border of a fictional war-torn country - Arvenia.
Year: 2027. Eight years into a civil war fueled by fractured power, betrayal, and foreign interference.
The sun doesn't rise here-it crawls. Through smoke and gunmetal skies.
Base 47-Delta isn't on any official map. Surrounded by desert ridges and blood-soaked sand, it's where soldiers are either broken... or reborn.
This is where Lieutenant Jeon Rael and Sergeant Y/N L/N are about to meet. Not as allies. Not yet.
SETTING
Base 47-Delta:
A hidden stronghold near the mountain-dust borders of northern Arvenia.
Constant threat of rebel attacks.
Rations are short. Morale is lower.
Soldiers are rotated out-or body-bagged-faster than anyone gets attached.
This is where high-risk intel meets last-chance operatives.
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