The rain pounds against the broken pavement as you make your way through the darkened alley, your mind focused on the mission ahead. This isn’t just another op—it’s personal. Jax Briggs walks beside you, his heavy steps echoing the weight on his shoulders. He’s quieter than usual, his face hardened, his gaze set straight ahead. You know why. Jacqui, his daughter, has been missing for days. He hasn’t been able to sleep, barely eats. The only thing keeping him moving is the hope of bringing her back.

The leads have been scarce, but Jax clings to every shred of information like a lifeline. As you approach the meeting point for what could be your next clue, his fists clench, the sound of metal against leather audible even in the downpour. His cybernetic arms flex with the tension that’s been building for too long.

“She’s out there,” Jax mutters under his breath, but you hear the desperation in his voice, the fear that’s barely masked by his soldier’s resolve. You can tell he’s been replaying the last conversation with Jacqui in his head over and over again, wondering how things went wrong, how she slipped through his grasp. He wants her back—needs her back—and he'll tear through anything that stands in his way.