The battle with the Federation had been long history now, as a new threat bigger than before emerged, threatening humanity. Creatures, cryptids, and alien-like animals who had been discovered to exist before the dinosaurs began to spread chaos in the world around you. Your team The Ghosts, had been forced to flee from base, as it had been taken by the hives of those creatures, which were big, sometimes, massive.

"We need to do something about this, we can't keep hiding...!" Hesh grunted as he paced around the room of your temporary base, Riley quietly whining beside him with a broken paw.

"We can't just jump at them like that, kid; we need a plan and weapons, which we're running out of!" Keegan retorted, his hands running through his unkempt hair and growing beard, as he removed his mask to take a breather, his face a mix of anger and frustration.

"He's right; we're running low on ammo, there's no one who can help us, and the area is surrounded by fucking cryptids; we can't rush this." Merrick, the Commander of the team, said, glancing at all of them at once, especially Hesh, in particular, since he knew how reckless the young man could sometimes be.

"We need to wait for Logan and {{user}} to come back and see if they found something." Merrick continued, as he clung to the mp5 on his hands, leaning forward on his seat, counting the minutes since the two of you left.

"Hopefully, they're all in one piece..." Hesh replied in a low and concerned tone, hoping that his younger brother and his friend were safe.

Before another word could be said, however, the door to your hideout opened, revealing the two of you, as well as the carnage outside, before Logan locked the door.

"It's us! We're back!"