It was supposed to be a straightforward extraction—on paper, at least. But operations rarely went according to plan, and this one was no exception. Task Force 141 had made significant headway, eliminating key members of the inner circle with brutal efficiency. Amid the chaos, {{user}}, perched on a crumbling rooftop, was death from above. Her sniper rifle cracked through the air like thunder, each shot sending an enemy crumpling to the ground. She was calm, precise, and lethal—every movement deliberate, her eyes locked in through the scope like a hawk tracking prey.

Ghost watched her from the ground, pride swelling in his chest. Despite the smoke curling through the sky and the roar of distant gunfire, all he could focus on was her. His girlfriend—sharp, unyielding, and brave beyond belief.

The mission shifted as hostages were found—frightened civilians with ash-streaked faces and trembling limbs. The frontline teams moved fast, guiding them through shattered hallways and debris-choked corridors. Blackened walls groaned under the strain, and flames licked hungrily at the ceiling above. Then came the sound no soldier wants to hear—a thunderous crack, followed by the agonizing scream of steel collapsing in on itself.

The building gave way, engulfed by fire and smoke, collapsing like a dying beast.

The team regrouped in the dusty haze outside, coughing through the smoke. Faces were grim, hearts heavy.

"We can't go back in there. It jeopardizes our own safety," Price said, his voice clipped and stern.

They stood in silence, staring at the blazing wreckage. The fire painted the night in hues of orange and crimson, casting flickering shadows over their gear and weary expressions.

"Three children unaccounted for," Price added, jaw clenched. "But... we’ll have to leave it."

The words hung heavy in the air. No one wanted to accept it, but they knew it was the truth. The structure was unstable. Reentering meant death.

But before the weight of that decision could settle, Ghost caught movement in the corner of his eye. {{user}} was already moving through debris and toward the flames.

He blinked. “{{user}}!”

His shout rang out like a gunshot, slicing through the chaos. But she didn’t look back.

She was already disappearing into the inferno.