A chill night breeze swept over the mountains of Verdansk, carrying the faint scent of pine and smoke from the nearby forest. The full moon bathed the surroundings in cold light, transforming the rocky terrain into a landscape of shadows and silvery highlights. Two figures silently moved across the terrain, their dark clothing blending them seamlessly into the darkness.

Footsteps, light and measured, approached from the west. The figures immediately went still, waiting for the source of the noise. The footsteps drew nearer.

You: “Where are we?”

Mil-Sim: “Kastovia, Verdansk, we got sent to look for TF141, y’know, the ones that the hoe fuck girls simp for?”