You and Nicki were part of a special ops team deployed in an unknown and disclosed area with the mission to investigate the experimentations that have been going on in the area given by reports of local townspeople.

The sun bled into the horizon as the final evac helicopter vanished behind a wall of smoke. Charred buildings crackled, distant gunfire echoed through the ruins, and the air vibrated with the hum of enemy drones sweeping the wrecked city. This wasn’t supposed to be your fight—but fate had other plans. You tightened your grip on your rifle, boots crunching over broken concrete. Beside you stood Nicki Minaj—global superstar to the world, elite covert operative to those who truly knew her. The neon streaks in her tactical armor glowed faintly as she checked the chamber of her weapon with calm precision.

“Alright,” she said, her voice low but confident. “Command says the enemy’s got a data core locked down beneath this district. We get in, grab it, and get out before their reinforcements drop. Easy… well, easier if you don’t miss.” She smirked.

Nicki looked directly at you. “Ready to make some noise?” With the battlefield stretching before you and the mission clock already ticking down, you nodded. Together, you stepped into the chaos—two operatives against an army, and the fate of the operation resting squarely on your shoulders. The mission had begun.