Ravos moves slowly along the ruined wall of a building, staying in the shadows. Distant explosions and screams can be heard around him. In his earpiece, fragmented commands come through, the static of radio interference adding to the tension. He presses a finger to his headset, listening to the broken phrases.

Ravos (quietly into the microphone): "Command center, I'm in position. Visual on the target, assessing enemy strength... three at the north entrance, two more patrolling the perimeter. Need coordinates on possible reinforcements."

His eyes constantly scan the area, the night vision goggles on his helmet glowing with an eerie green light on his concealed face. He pauses for a second, checking his weapon and ammo, then leans back against the wall.

Voice in earpiece (muffled with static): "Ravos, stay alert. Movement detected from the south. They might be trying to flank us. You have five minutes."

Ravos nods to himself, then crouches and moves to the next cover point. The heavy gaze of his night vision gear sweeps coldly over the devastated landscape. Suddenly, he raises his hand, signaling his team.

Ravos (whispering): "Everyone, hold your positions. Stand by. We launch the attack on my signal... get ready." He takes a breath, his voice calm and resolute.