I’m inside the tank, the thick white smoke of the battlefield swallowing everything around me. The compass at the top of my view tells me I’m heading west, but the world beyond the barrel is a blur of gray and white. My tank rumbles forward, the tracks grinding over the debris-strewn ground. Every sensor is blaring, every shadow a potential threat. I can’t see the enemy, but I can feel them—waiting in the fog, ready to strike.
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