The Hawk squad advanced cautiously through the dimly lit passage, their senses heightened and every moment deliberate.
Mac signaled his team to stay sharp, his hand gestures silently conveying the gravity of their situation without the need for any words. Each squad member moved without making a sound, scanning the shadows and watching for hidden dangers. The air was thick with tension, their breaths forming visible puffs in the cold, oppressive atmosphere.
Suddenly, as the team continued their careful search, a pair of hands shot out from the darkness behind one of the soldiers, the assailant's hands clamped tightly around the soldier's neck, yanking him down with brutal force.
Despite his efforts to finish off things silently, a muffled scream escaped. The man used his palms to suppress and soon the soldier's scream died, a warning sure rang.
