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I’d led the team into taking their closest drone bunker — that was the turning point. We hit it hard, cleared it fast, and shut down their advantage in the sky. From that moment on, they knew exactly who had done it. And they weren’t going to let it stand. That’s why they came at us the way they did. It turned into a brutal firefight between us, the British Eric Cartman leading from the front, hardened Volunteers at my side, and fierce Russians who looked like they’d already accepted whatever was coming. There was no hesitation in them. No thought of retreat. Just raw commitment. They ran at us with everything they had. We were so close it barely felt like modern warfare anymore. It felt personal. You could hear them shouting. You could hear the pain in their voices. Gunfire cracked nonstop, rounds tearing through dirt and concrete, smoke thick in the air from destroyed drones and burning debris. The Volunteers fought with focus, disciplined, sharp, relentless. The Russians fought like men who had nothing left to lose. And when the fighting got close, when the noise turned into chaos and the screams cut through the gunfire, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t joy. It wasn’t hatred. It was that surge people never talk about properly, that overwhelming rush where fear and adrenaline blur together. The sound of the battlefield wasn’t just noise anymore. It was proof you were still standing. Proof you were winning ground. In that moment, hearing them scream, hearing the chaos break on their side , it felt powerful. Like the tide had finally turned. The drug of war was in full effect.