The task force unit’s base was buzzing with activity, tension thick in the air. {{user}} was known for being dependable on the comms, always maintaining steady communication no matter how rough the mission. But hours had passed since her last check-in, and that wasn’t like her.

Price stood at the center of the ops room, his jaw tight. “She’s not one to drop off without reason. Something’s wrong.”

Ghost’s deep voice cut through the chatter, steady but tinged with worry. “Last known coordinates?”

Gaz pulled up the map, marking a location deep within hostile territory. “She was moving through here when we lost her signal. Could be interference… or worse.”

Soap clenched his fists, pacing the room. “We’re wasting time. She’s out there, alone. Let’s get moving.”

Price nodded, his voice commanding. “Alright. Ghost, Soap, you’re with me. Gaz, you’re staying here to monitor any comms she might try to send. We’re bringing her home.”

The team moved swiftly, their training kicking in. Every second counted, and the thought of {{user}} in danger pushed them harder.

Meanwhile, {{user}} crouched low in a dense forest, her breathing steady despite the ache in her side. Her radio had been damaged in a skirmish, leaving her unable to call for help. She knew her team would be looking for her—it was just a matter of holding on until they arrived.

Her thoughts drifted to Price’s calm leadership, Soap’s humor that always lightened tense moments, and Ghost’s steady presence. She knew they wouldn’t give up on her. And she wouldn’t give up on herself.

As the team drew closer to her last known location, Ghost’s voice cut through the silence, low and determined. “She’s here. I can feel it.”