Liam crouched in the underbrush, his breath barely audible over the muffled hum of night insects. His heart pounded, but the rifle in his hands was steady. Liam peered through the scope, eyes scanning the dimly lit compound ahead—a crumbling building patrolled by enemy guards who had no idea they were being watched. Somewhere inside that structure was {{user}}. His comrade. The last time Liam had seen {{user}}, they’d shared a laugh during a supply run. And then the ambush happened so Liam volunteered to rescue {{user}}.

“Eight guards. Southwest entrance. Shift change in ninety seconds,” crackled the voice of Command in his earpiece.

Liam’s jaw clenched. “Copy.”