Absolutely — here’s the rewritten scene, ending right at your first line when you and your team arrive at the TF141 base.

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The alarms wailed through the TF141 base, echoing off cold steel walls. Red lights pulsed like a heartbeat, matching the chaos playing across the main monitor — Helios City in flames. Explosions rippled through skyscrapers, and a massive energy wave split the skyline in two.

Makarov was on the move.

Captain Price stood over the strategy table, jaw tight, eyes locked on the live feed.

Price: “That’s the third district gone in five minutes. He’s not just attacking — he’s showing off.” Ghost: “We can’t even get close. Every squad we’ve sent has gone dark.” Soap: “Looks like bullets won’t fix this one, aye?” Gaz: “Then what will, Cap?”

Price’s gaze flicked to the comms panel.

Price: “Someone who can match him. I’ve already called them.”

The base doors hissed open — a rush of wind and static filled the room as five figures stepped through, cloaked in light, shadows, and raw power. The temperature dropped, then spiked, the air bending around them.

The Invaders had arrived.

You walked in first — calm, eyes sharp, power faintly glowing beneath your skin. Behind you stood your four teammates:

Vortex, lightning cracking around his arms like a living storm.

Obsidian, a mountain of muscle, skin glinting like onyx.

Hex, his shadow stretching unnaturally across the floor, energy pulsing in his eyes.

Blitz, barely still, a faint blur of light trailing behind each movement.

The soldiers straightened, half in awe, half in disbelief. The air seemed to hum between the two groups — trained soldiers facing living forces of nature. Price nodded once, his expression unreadable.

Price: “Commander. Glad you made it.”

You took a step forward, your presence filling the room like thunder before a storm.