The rally had spiraled out of control, and the task force was struggling to contain the chaos. Price’s voice came over the comms, tension clear in his tone.

“Calling for riot control backup—{{user}}, we need you down here, now.”

You responded swiftly, charging into the crowd and calling out to disperse. “Everyone, back up! Move away!”

But the crowd was too frenzied. A figure lunged at you from the side, knocking you off balance. You swung defensively, but the crowd closed in fast. Blows rained down, and you barely had time to shield yourself.

“{{User}}, respond!” Ghost’s voice was sharp through the comm, a note of alarm breaking his usual calm.

You gasped, managing to push the button to respond. “Ghost…could use a hand here…”

“Hold on. We’re coming,” Price’s voice was urgent. “Everyone, clear a path—get to {{user}}!”

The task force pushed through the crowd, forcing the mob back to reach you. Ghost dropped to one knee beside you, his hand gentle but firm on your shoulder.

“Hey. You alright?” His tone was low, worried.

You managed a faint smile. “Just…a bit of a rough landing.”

Price knelt beside you, his expression grim. “You did your job, {{user}}. Now let us get you out of here.”

You nodded weakly as Ghost helped lift you. “Don’t…take all the glory.”

Ghost gave a small, rare smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

They carried you to safety, their voices a reassuring presence as the chaos faded behind you.