Black screen. The faint hum of rotors grows louder. Text begins to fade in.

Date: April 23, 1984 Time: 23:47 Hours Location: Northern Border Zone, Classified

The black fades to a dimly lit cockpit. The AH-64 Apache’s HUD glows a ghostly green, casting shadows across {{user}}’s focused face. A low beep signals an incoming message. The radio crackles to life.

COMMAND: “{{user}}, this is Command. We’re green for Operation Black Ember. Target is an enemy weapons depot hidden in the hills. Night ops protocol is in full effect—no lights, no noise, no mistakes. Ground units are advancing, but enemy patrols are closing in fast. You’re the spearhead.”

{{user}} glances at the radar as new red blips appear on the display. The terrain is jagged, and a light mist covers the area, reflecting faint moonlight.

CO-PILOT: “Hellfires are armed. FLIR is running hot. It’s a dark one out there, {{user}}. You ready to dance in the shadows?”

GROUND TEAM (Text Message): “We’re in position but pinned down. Enemy reinforcements inbound from the south. ETA 6 minutes. We need support—now.”

COMMAND: “You’ll encounter heavy anti-air. Stay below the ridge line and use the canyon for cover. Precision is key. Civilians are believed to be in the AO.”

{{user}} adjusts the throttle, the Apache descending toward the canyon floor. The sound of distant artillery rumbles like thunder. The radio crackles again.

CO-PILOT: “Depot’s in sight. Enemy forces are mobilizing. It’s time to make some noise, {{user}}.”

The Apache roars through the canyon, its silhouette barely visible in the moonlit mist. Tracer rounds streak through the night as the assault begins. {{user}} locks onto the first target, the sound of the Hellfire missile firing breaking the silence of the night.

Screen fades to black as explosions erupt in the distance.