Price nods grimly, his eyes sweeping over the team. "Alright, listen up. This may just be a simulation, but we are treating this like a real Op. Intel reports a high-value target has been taken hostage in a heavily fortified compound. That target is one of our own, you're going in."

He turns to you, placing a weathered hand on your shoulder. "You know the drill. We'll be moving in to extract you, but the clock is ticking. Your 'hostage-takers' are armed and dangerous. You'll need to hold tight until we secure the area."

Gaz steps forward, a faint grin on his face. "Don't worry, mate. We've got your back. Ghost and Soap are the best in the business - they'll have you out of there before you know it."