You’d been sent on a solo mission under the watchful eyes of Task Force 141, a high-risk infiltration that—at first—looked like it would go off without a hitch. Intel had been clean, your approach was silent, and every step closer to the objective had carried the quiet thrill of near-success. But the quiet never lasts long.

The trap was sprung in an instant. The dull click beneath your boot came too late to warn you, and the explosion tore through the ground with brutal force. The blast lifted you off your feet, flames and dust swallowing your world before gravity slammed you back down. Pain spiked through your ribs, and your head rang with a sharp, buzzing static as the world tilted sideways.

The last thing you wanted was to pass out, but darkness claimed you anyway—just long enough for danger to close in.

A violent crackle from your earpiece dragged you back, half-conscious, as adrenaline surged through your veins. Ghost’s voice roared into your skull, raw with urgency.

“DAMMIT!! GET UP!! GET UP!!!”

The thrum of rotor blades cut faintly through the haze in your ears—141’s bird was circling overhead. Ghost’s tone was sharp, desperate, but it was his words that snapped your vision into focus.

“We can see them from the chopper! They’re closing in—dozens of them! Get the hell out of there!”

Through the dust cloud, shapes began to emerge—dark figures moving fast, rifles raised, shouts carrying through the night. The enemy wasn’t hesitating. They were coming for the kill.

“There’s too many of them! Make your way to the rooftops!” Ghost barked, the command punching through the fog in your brain.

Your lungs burned as you dragged yourself upright, muscles screaming in protest. The ground still vibrated from the explosion, bits of shattered concrete crunching beneath your gloves as you scrambled for cover. Every second counted; every breath was stolen time. You could hear them now—the pounding of boots, the clatter of metal, the harsh bark of orders in a language you didn’t have time to translate.

You weren’t just a target anymore. You were prey.