The safe house, once a bastion of security, now felt like a cage, its walls closing in with the weight of suspicion. The team, a tight-knit group bound by trust, was now fraying at the edges. The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy, suffocating presence that clung to the air.
Ava stood at the center, her eyes darting between her team members, searching for any sign of betrayal. Her heart pounded in her chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and frustration. The accusations had started as whispers, hushed and uncertain, but they had quickly grown into a storm, a maelstrom of doubt and paranoia.
"You think I'm the mole?" shouted Leo, his voice cracking with a mixture of anger and hurt. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with tension.
"I don't know what to think anymore," replied Ava, her voice trembling. "But someone here has been feeding information to the enemy. We can't ignore that."
