December 16, 2025 — 4:12 AM
MOA Complex – Executive Offices, Conrad Tower.
The elevator doors opened with a soft hiss, revealing the quiet corridors of Conrad Tower's upper floors. Unlike the operational wings or the barracks below, this level was silent—reserved for Overwatch's core command structure. No idle chatter. No bootsteps. Just the dull hum of powerlines and the low thrum of air recyclers.
Thomas Estaris stepped out, still in his battered field gear. A fresh bandage ran across his temple. His vest was half-zipped, stained with salt and blood. His boots left wet prints across the polished floor.
Marcus stood waiting by the glass door to his office, hands tucked behind his back. His uniform was pressed, collar sharp, but the worry on his face was obvious.
"You sure you're fit for this?" he asked quietly.
Thomas didn't slow. "I'll sleep after the war."
Marcus sighed and keyed the door open.
