Bradley opened his eyes. He was in his desk chair. The monitor showed the main menu. His hands were trembling, but clean. No gravel, no blood, no cordite.
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He’d been Bradley in the game back then, too. The leader. The one with the sniper rifle and the bad habit of taking point. Bradley opened his eyes
He crawled toward the SCUD launcher, dragging his broken leg. The launch sequence had already begun—a rising whine that promised a chemical rain on a foreign city. His hands were trembling, but clean
Bradley tried to hit the escape key. Nothing. He tried to pull off his VR headset—but there was no headset. The boundary between his living room and the Baghdad airport perimeter had been deleted.
He looked down at his mouse. The left button was sticky. Not with sweat.