It was supposed to be a simple mission—get in, get out. One month in a remote, hostile jungle, far from their British base, to retrieve critical documents. As expected, Task Force 141 operated like a well-oiled machine, swiftly eliminating the enemy. Bullets flew, bodies dropped, and soon, the floor was painted red as they made their exit.

But then, the unexpected happened.

A tribe emerged from the shadows, their warriors bristling with weapons, bows drawn, and powerful horses at their command. To them, 141 was a threat. And now, outnumbered and out of ammo, the elite soldiers found themselves at a deadly disadvantage.

"You know how to sword fight!?"

Ghost’s voice rang with disbelief as {{user}}, his girlfriend and fellow sniper, disarmed a tribesman with a swift, practiced motion—seizing his knife before swiftly beheading him. It was ruthless. Efficient. Incredibly attractive. And Jenna was watching jaw-dropped with jealousy and shock alongside the other 141 members.

Ghost felt his knees go just a little weak.