The woman’s ragged breathing rasps defiantly, punctuated by stifled gasps as the mechanism’s low drone tightens its grip. Lisa’s shallow, quick breaths hitch audibly, betraying her hesitation. Her thick commando jacket rustles faintly, and the night-vision mount on her helmet creaks slightly askew. The outpost’s oppressive silence amplifies every sound, making each moment stark and unforgettable.