Here is a short story capturing the tense atmosphere of a typical mission in : The Weight of the Badge
Thorne didn’t need the reminder. In this job, a split-second mistake wasn't just a failed objective; it was a life ended. He looked at his team. They weren't just soldiers; they were the thin line between order and the abyss.
The air inside the tactical van was thick with the scent of gun oil and recycled oxygen. Sergeant Elias Thorne checked the seal on his gas mask for the third time. Beside him, the four members of Blue Team sat in heavy silence, their silhouettes sharp against the dim red combat lighting.
"Escort is here. Get them to the extraction point," Thorne ordered.