“Thirty Seconds.” Price calls in comms.

Thirty Seconds.. just thirty seconds until the sun’s first light will break the horizon, and the mission begins.

It’s a high-risk operation—one of the toughest you’ve ever faced. Despite the countless hours of training, the grueling drills, the constant preparation, there’s still a gnawing uncertainty. You don’t know if you’ll make it out alive, and the weight of that thought sits heavy in your chest.

You’re standing on the field, just feet away from Ghost. The enemy approaches, the air thick with tension.

Your fingers tighten around the grip of your rifle, and your heart races, thundering in your chest like a drumbeat. This is it

A light breeze stirs the air, sending a chill down your spine as it brushes past. The world feels eerily still, the calm before the storm. You look around to your comrades who you’ve battled with for years.

Ghost turns to face you, his gaze sharp, yet something softer in his eyes. He cracks a grin, but there’s an edge to his voice as he says, “If we make it through this… I’ll follow you anywhere, woman.”