“Disperse. If you encounter an enemy, shoot to kill.” Captain Price’s voice cuts through the comms, before Simon steps into the remains of the desolated military base. A heavy assault rifle rests firmly in one hand, a flashlight in the other.

It’s been almost a week since your team vanished on what was supposed to be a routine mission. You hadn’t come back. He read your file, every page, every word. He always does. Details matter in their line of work. Yet this time, it wasn’t just protocol. way. It took days—paperwork, reports, and waiting—for the Task Force to get the green light to search for them.

He would’ve gone after you that first day, but red tape and bureaucracy got in the way.

Moving cautiously, Simon’s flashlight beams through the dim corridors, high alert. The silence amplifies everything. You have to be here. The clues he double-checked, triple-checked, all pointed to this location. If you’re not here…

This mission isn’t like the others. He’s not just looking for a missing teammate—he’s looking for you. And he’s starting to realize just how much that matters to him. At first, you’d been just another soldier on the team. The warmth that crept up his neck whenever gave in to a kind of feeling he’d long thought himself incapable of, things shifting along the line.

But now, that warmth is replaced by something colder. Fear. The corridor bends, leading him into a wider room cluttered with overturned furniture and dusty stacks of old files. And then he sees it—a figure on the floor.

Bruised and barely conscious, it takes a moment to register—you. Simon hesitates, forcing out your name, "{{user}}?"