Your vision clears, and the reality of your situation sinks in. The mission had gone sideways fast, and now, you’re both prisoners in the enemy’s hands. The rough rope around your wrists digs in with every move, and the metallic tang of blood lingers on your tongue.

Your head pounds as you struggle to focus, the sharp sting of your injuries making every breath painful. The sound of metal clinking draws your attention, and you look over to see Price, bruised but still defiant, testing the strength of his bindings.

“It’s not over,” Price mutters under his breath, his voice hoarse but unwavering. He glances at you, his steely gaze meeting yours. “We’ve faced worse. We’ll face this too.”

Suddenly, a beep cuts through the air.

A timer

Both your eyes dart toward the small device blinking red on the wall. The enemy’s parting gift. The charges are set and the countdown has begun.