The ambush had come out of nowhere. One moment, Task Force 141 and you were moving through the thick snow, positioning yourselves to infiltrate the Russian laboratory. The next, the night erupted into chaos. Drones sliced through the air, and Russian soldiers emerged from hidden bunkers, surrounding you in an instant. Gunfire rang out, but it was futile. They were prepared, and you weren’t. The team tried to fight back, but the numbers and firepower were overwhelming. Within moments, you were on your knees, hands bound, forced into submission.

Everything after that was a blur. The sting of a needle. Darkness closing in as a cold, sterile room replaced the snow-covered wilderness. You barely registered the rough hands that stripped you of your gear and the mocking voices of your captors. When you woke, your head was spinning, the sharp taste of chemicals lingering in your mouth. Your arms were heavy, as though your body was no longer fully under your control.

The last thing you remembered was being shoved into the back of a darkened car, the doors slamming shut. Your vision blurred, and your mind raced to catch up. The car jolted to life, speeding off to this base.