The overhead lights flicked on. The instructor stepped out from the observation gallery. "Time: 22 seconds. Good flow, but Jax, you flagged Elias’s vest on the entry. Do it again. Faster. Cleaner."
A silhouette target popped up at the end of the hall. Jax dropped to a knee to shrink his profile, delivering two controlled "thumps" from his training carbine. close quarter combat group training mission one
Kael didn’t kick the door; he turned the handle with surgical precision and shoved. Jax, the "Point Man," flooded the room first. He didn't look center—he snapped his muzzle to the left corner, the "near-deep" threat. Elias followed a split second later, crossing Jax’s path to sweep the right corner. "Clear left!" Jax barked."Clear right!" Elias echoed. The overhead lights flicked on
They moved like a single organism, a "flow-and-go" rhythm that minimized their exposure. But as they approached the threshold of the second room—a narrow hallway—the instructor’s voice crackled over the loudspeakers: "Contact front!" Good flow, but Jax, you flagged Elias’s vest on the entry
"One set, alpha side," replied Kael, the breacher, his hand hovering over the door handle."Two set, covering deep," came Jax’s steady voice."Three set, ready on the rear," confirmed Leo.
"Threat down! Moving!" Leo shouted, pushing past the team to maintain the pace. In CQB, speed was security. If they stopped in the "fatal funnel" of the doorway, they were dead.
"Room clear!" Elias announced, his heart hammering against his ribs.