The Call That Broke the Silence
Act I — The Breath Before the Storm
Captain John Price didn’t recognize the number.
But it had come through his work phone—not the public line, not the personal one. That meant something.
He answered.
All he heard was breathing.
Harsh. Labored. Wet with pain and adrenaline. A sound that didn’t belong to someone safe.
He didn’t speak. Just listened.
Then he called in the team.
Ghost. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Farah. Laswell. Nikolai. Kamarov. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Alex.
They gathered in silence, the room thick with tension.
The line was still open.
Act II — The Voice That Shook the Room
She spoke.
Her voice was ragged, like she’d been running for miles—and she had.
“Fuck… uh, I need—I need help…”
The team leaned in.
“One of your men came past when I was trying to run. He saw me. Tried to help. But he was killed before he could.”
Her breath hitched.
“I grabbed his phone. He had you saved under ‘Captain.’ So I kinda just hoped you were important.”
A pause. A crackle.
“But before I could call, they smashed the phone. So now I’m calling you on some random burner I found while—”
CRACK.
A gunshot rang out.
She ducked, the sound of gravel and panic flooding the line.
Someone swore under their breath.
Nikto's jaw clenched.
Ghost was already reaching for gear.
Farah stood up.
Alejandro checked the trace.
And on the other end of the line, {{user}}—a girl none of them knew yet—was trying not to die.