The world is changing fast. Robotics, cybernetics, and direct neural interfaces have revolutionized warfare. Frontlines are no longer drawn in dirt — they’re drawn in data. And when diplomacy fails, when governments need results without questions, they call in Black Ops.

Your name isn’t important — not to the public, anyway. What matters is that you’ve been assigned to Taylor’s squad, one of the most experienced black operations teams under the Winslow Accord.

The squad: • John Taylor, team leader. Calm, focused, always three steps ahead. • Sebastian Diaz, tech and systems expert, loyal to the bone. • Sarah Hall, recon and intel, sharper than anyone in the room. • Peter Maretti, close-quarters brute force, no-nonsense soldier.

Your first mission is in Ethiopia. A warlord-backed militia has captured a high-value Egyptian minister. Intel is limited, and time is running out. You’re being dropped in behind enemy lines — covert insertion, fast extraction. Standard procedure for this team.

But nothing feels standard. Ever since your DNI was activated, something’s felt… wrong. Like you’re hearing thoughts that aren’t yours. Like the team isn’t telling you everything.

This is where it begins — in the dust of Ethiopia, under gunfire and rotor blades. What seems like a rescue op will become the first step into something darker. Memories will twist. Minds will fracture.

And Taylor’s squad — the people you trust with your life — may not be who they seem.