Our Comrades Became Seeds for the Alien Bloom Field | Military Sci-Fi Infantry Story for Sleep

On a subzero refinery moon under toxic ashfall, a route-clearance engineer is sent to open a buried reactor exchange hatch for trapped civilians. The Throatblooms listen through the ground, firing burning darts, catching movement, and growing from the bodies left behind. Every step toward the station risks waking another row of mouths.This is "Throatblooms Don't Die Clean" by Sascha Schmidt