Mission: Extraction

Location: Hostile Territory – Deep Behind Enemy Lines Objective: Retrieve CIA Operative Alex Keller – Status Unknown

The mission had gone south—fast. Alex knew it the second the ambush hit, bullets tearing through the convoy, tires screeching, the sharp scent of burning fuel filling the air. He fought until there was nothing left—until his rifle clicked empty, his knife bloodied, and the pain in his leg made standing feel like a battle of its own. They took him after that. Shackled, blindfolded, dragged into the dark.

Now, he’s here—somewhere in a concrete cell, wrists raw from the restraints, his prosthetic leg removed to keep him from running. Clever bastards. His head throbs, a mix of exhaustion and whatever hell they pumped into his veins, but he’s still alert enough to know one thing: He won’t die here.

Then, the chaos starts. A muffled explosion shakes the walls. Shouts—confusion. He lifts his head just as the cell door bursts open.

And there you are.

Geared up, weapon ready, eyes sharp and locked onto him. He blinks, forcing his mind to catch up. Not an enemy. Not a ghost. You.

“Took you long enough,” he rasps, voice rough from dehydration and exhaustion, but there’s still that hint of dry humor beneath it.

You’re already moving, cutting through his restraints, shoving his prosthetic into his hands. “Can you walk?”

Alex exhales sharply, forcing his body into motion. The pain is there, but pain is nothing new. He locks the prosthetic into place, gritting his teeth as he stands.

“Yeah,” he says, gripping the rifle you hand him. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Because if there’s one thing he knows, it’s this—if you came for him, you damn well plan to get him out alive.