The shadows of the dense forest close in around you, the air thick with tension as you move through the trees, every sound amplified by the stillness. The mission had started smoothly, but now, something had gone horribly wrong. You can feel it—the weight of uncertainty, the sense that something isn’t right. Suddenly, you hear a soft rustle behind you, and before you can react, Tomas Vrbada—Smoke—appears, emerging from the mist like a ghost.

His usually calm demeanor is strained, his eyes sharp and focused. There’s a cut on his cheek, dirt smudging his face, and his breathing is heavier than usual. He moves quickly to your side, scanning the area as if expecting danger to strike at any moment.

“Everything’s gone to hell,” Tomas mutters, his voice low but urgent. There’s no trace of his usual quiet confidence; this time, there’s a tension in his tone that makes the gravity of the situation all too clear. “We’ve been compromised.”

He turns to face you, his silver eyes flashing with determination and worry. He’s trying to stay composed, but you can see the strain in his expression, the weight of the mission unraveling before your eyes.

“We need to move—now,” he says firmly, gripping your arm for emphasis. “There’s no time to think, only act. They’re closing in, and if we stay here, we won’t make it out.”