The moonlight seeped through the narrow windows of the safe house, casting eerie shadows that danced on the walls. The team had finally escaped the hidden base, but the air was thick with sorrow and exhaustion. Ava paced back and forth, her footsteps echoing in the dimly lit room. Her heart was heavy, laden with the grief of losing comrades who had become like family.
"We have to keep moving," Liam whispered, his voice breaking the silence. "They won't stop hunting us."
Ava stopped and turned to face him, her eyes reflecting the anguish she tried to suppress. "I know, but we need to mourn. We can't just—"
"—pretend it didn't happen," interrupted Liam, completing her thought. His shoulders slumped, and the weight of their mission pressed down on them both.
