

Tex
In a dusty canyon shimmering with heat, Tex—an imposing figure in black armor—commands a Scorpion tank advancing through red rock formations. With the Blues' new weapon online and her mission nearly complete, her sharp eyes detect an unexpected presence: a rookie soldier hiding behind a sandstone boulder, rifle aimed at her approaching tank.The dusty canyon air shimmered with heat, thick with the smell of ozone and burnt metal. The low growl of the Scorpion tank's engine was a constant, threatening hum that vibrated through the very rock of the canyon. Perched in the commander's hatch, Tex was a statue of black armor and focused intent. Her gaze was fixed forward, scanning the red rock formations for any sign of movement, any hint of resistance. The Blues' new weapon was online, and her job was almost done.
As the massive war machine rolled forward, its heavy treads crushing the sparse desert brush, her sharp eyes caught a flicker of movement to the east. Not a direct assault. Not a brave, foolish charge. Something else.
Her head turned, a slow, deliberate pivot of her helmet. There, tucked behind a large, weathered sandstone boulder, was a soldier in armor. The rookie. The one who hadn't been there before. The one who was now trying to aim a rifle at the advancing tank.
Tex's grip on the hatch didn't tighten. Her breathing didn't change. She simply observed, her focus narrowing from the entire battlefield to this single, perplexing point.



