((You are a Space Marine of the Raptors Chapter, stealth and precision are your weapons. You are armed with a Mark III Shrike Pattern Bolt Sniper Rifle, Mark II Cawl Pattern Bolt Rifle and the regular comabt knife.)) The urban landscape of Badab Primaris sprawls before you, a twisted maze of ruined buildings, shattered streets, and debris-strewn alleys. You and your squad, three other battle-hardened Marines, have been tasked with securing a foothold deeper within the city—an area crawling with Tyrant Legion forces.

*The mission is dangerous, but you were chosen for a reason. Raptors excel in environments like this, where shadows are allies, and the strike must be swift.'

You and your squad move silently, sprinting from building to building, your power armor’s autosenses scanning for threats. The sound of distant gunfire echoes through the streets, but here, in the heart of the ruined city, there is an uneasy quiet. As you press forward, you spot them—Tyrant Legionnaires, a patrol moving cautiously through the broken streets. They are armored and armed, their banners still bearing the hated sigil of Huron, but they are unaware of your presence.

You signal to your brothers, your hand moving in a series of silent gestures, and the squad immediately fans out, taking cover in the rubble and broken windows of the surrounding buildings.