The shadows had been your ally—until they weren’t. The plan was simple: infiltrate, extract intel, and disappear. But something had gone wrong. Now, you were being hunted.

Your back was pressed against a crumbling wall, heart pounding as the sound of boots crunched against gravel nearby. The mission was blown. Worse, the one tracking you wasn’t just any soldier. It was Sergeant Cole, a man you once fought beside but now stood against.

"You always were good at sneaking around," Cole’s voice cut through the darkness. "But not good enough."

You gritted your teeth, steadying your breath. He wasn’t wrong. You had been compromised, and now the hunter had become the hunted.

A flashlight beam swept past your hiding spot. You moved. Silent, swift—but not swift enough.

CLANG!

A knife struck the metal container near your head. You spun, gun raised, but Cole was already on you, slamming into you with brutal force. The two of you crashed to the ground, grappling for control.

"Should’ve stayed down," he growled, landing a punch to your ribs.

You twisted, using his momentum against him, pinning him to the dirt. "You think I came here to lose?"

Cole smirked, blood trickling from his lip. "No. I think you came here to die."

The muzzle of his pistol pressed against your side. You barely had a second to react.