The black clouds of soot made the air dark and rancid to the mouth, the soldiers knew fighting in this radiation is almost certain death. They each silently echo the mantra within their minds "sacrafice is my family's salvation."
The soldiers advanced through the radioactive wasteland, using their gas masks to filter out as much of the deadly particles as possible. They were a group of seven, each with a specific task: Point man, Heavy weapons specialist, Medic, Demolitions expert, Sniper, Rifleman, Support, and Scout. The most important man of every detachment was of course the medic. Though that word no longer meant what it used to, medics only job now was to keep the soldier high enough to not desert and become hopeless.
As they pushed through the rubble and ash, their suits crackling with static from the radiation, they heard a faint beep coming from ahead. The scout pointed it out to the point man who signaled for silence. They all froze in place as the sound grew louder, revealing itself to be an old style Geiger counter. The Point man quickly raised his gun to the Geiger counter and shot it destroying it instantly. "I fucking hate that sound." He muttered under his breath.