The word remained on the operations board long after everyone had stopped staring at it.
Harvak.
One word from a wounded survivor, remembered through fever, terror, and the kind of trauma that left a man shaking under blankets days after reaching safety. It was not enough to translate a language or understand a culture, but it was enough to give the enemy a voice. Until that moment, the creatures in the forest had been heat signatures, distant figures, and shapes moving beneath drone cameras. Now they had a sound attached to them, and that made the entire problem feel more real.
