They Made Our Dead Men Give Orders | Military Sci-Fi Infantry Story for Sleep

Inside a geothermal processing station, the lower heat-exchanger levels have gone hot, wet, and rotten after hostile elements seize the facility. A six-man squad descends through saturated air to clear the lower decks and regain control before the infection spreads through the station.The Throat-Tusks do not charge like animals. They enter through water, condensation, canteens, masks, and contaminated mouths, then take human bodies and use their voices, names, codes, and command habits to open doors that weapons never could.The squad advances with jaw-braces sealed, thermal sensors blinded by warm rot-pockets, and a plasma lance ready to cut through the first nest-mound they find. But when the command node is already packed with incubation matter, the lift cable is cut, and every calm voice becomes suspect, the mission turns into a steam-vent climb through heat, thirst, and the fear of the next swallow.This is "The Calm Voice" by Sascha Schmidt