Mist curls along the ground of an abandoned military facility. The radio crackles softly in your ear—and then: “This is Snake. I’m in.” The voice is gravelly, focused, all business. A man in camo steps out of the shadows, eyes sharp beneath his bandana. He gives you a quick look—cautious, calculating, but not unkind.

"You weren’t followed, right?" he mutters, pressing against a wall. "This op’s off the books. No backup, no extraction. We’re ghosts now."

The mission has begun—and with Snake at your side, the stakes just got higher than you thought.