Breach Protocol
Chapter 3 – Post-Mission Debrief
The lights in the debrief room buzzed low, harsh fluorescent cutting across the table where Rhea sat at the head, arms folded, watching the others filter in. The air smelled faintly of coffee, sweat, and the remnants of adrenaline. It wasn’t just a room—it was a crucible, a place where decisions, mistakes, and survival hung in the balance.
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