The night was unseasonably cold and eerily quiet. The security operator wasn't fooled, though, and kept his weapon trained on the chokepoint. Long months in a city like this had taught him that you should always fear the quiet more than the noise. It was only quiet when bad things were about. Then, on the edge of his hearing, a shuffle of feet and sand on concrete told him those bad things were coming. He gripped his rifle tighter and flicked the selector switch to auto. It may have been quiet, but now it was about to get loud. @insurgencygame #gamingphotography