Bunker Under the Hem

Dust density elevated under the sofa fringe. Visibility dropping past zero-three hundred hours. I shifted our circular platform deeper beneath the overhang, scanning for structural cover. Forward scout held rifle steady on our base rim while I located a dropped plastic bottle cap nestled against a stray cardboard matchbook. Perfect reinforcement. Bracing against our weighted textured disc, I used my left gauntlet to tip the bottle cap onto its side, wedging the matchbook underneath to form an angled blast shield against the dark floorboards. Base locked into the alcove. Night position fully fortified.