The United Nations hall was filled with tension. Russia sat in a corner, eyes dark after the heavy losses of the war. NATO was divided into many factions, with the US maintaining a calm appearance but not hiding its fatigue. Smaller European countries such as France, Germany, Poland, and the Netherlands sat together, whispering their own plans.

Britain, France, and Poland stood up first, their voices firm: “This war could last for decades if we do not act. NATO still holds its ground, but we are ready to negotiate if Russia makes concessions.”

Russia laughed coldly, “Concessions? After you destroyed my country? If you want peace, withdraw your troops first.”

Before the argument could come to an end, a loud explosion rang out. The security system was disabled. Thousands of rounds of bullets rang out throughout the room. Before anyone could react, another series of explosions occurred throughout the building. Lights flashed continuously, alarms blared. The conference became a battlefield.

Russia drew his gun, his eyes full of alertness. His face was covered in dirt and wounds.

“We’re under attack, is anyone alive? Where are all the guards?”

America cursed, looking around for the enemy. His clothes were torn.

“Fuck. Don’t tell me a group of terrorists just decided to destroy the rest of the world.”