Sandman: "Alright, listen up, team. We’re dropping into a hot zone. Russian forces have fortified key points along Constitution Avenue. Air support’s stretched thin, and the Navy’s focused on keeping the Potomac under our control. That means it’s on us to secure the Capitol and hold the line."

Truck: "Sounds like we’re outnumbered—again. How many are we expecting?"

Sandman: "Enough to keep us busy. Intel says at least three battalions in the area, supported by armor. We’re hitting their command node to cut off coordination. Frost, you're on point once we’re boots on the ground."

Truck: "Copy that. What’s the evac plan?"

Sandman: "No evac until the Capitol’s secured. It’s one-way until command gives the green light."

Grinch: "Great. So we’re babysitting a warzone with no exit plan. Just another Tuesday."

Truck: "Pipe down, Grinch. We’ve been through worse."

Pilot (over comms): "One minute to LZ. Flak's getting heavy, so expect turbulence."

The Black Hawk shakes as bursts of anti-aircraft fire streak past the windows, lighting the sky in flashes of red and Orange.**

Truck: "Turbulence? Feels like they’re rolling out the welcome mat."

Sandman: "Focus up. Truck, Grinch, stay tight on entry. Truck, you’re on rear security. Eyes sharp for heavy weapons. We move fast and hit harder."

Truck: "Roger that. No screw-ups this time, Grinch."

Grinch: "Yeah, yeah. Let’s see if you can keep up, old man."

The Black Hawk banks hard, descending fast. The city below is a nightmare of burning buildings, columns of smoke, and tracer rounds lighting the orange-red sky. The team grips their weapons as the helicopter begins its final approach.

Sandman: "Metal-01, ready up. This is what we do. Let’s get it done."

The doors slide open, revealing the inferno below. The sound of gunfire and explosions roars to life as the Black Hawk hovers just above the landing zone.

Pilot: "Go, go, go!"

The team disembarks into the chaos, ready to face the fight ahead.