Operation: Phantom Hunt Classified Location – Deep Behind Enemy Lines

The air was thick with tension, the kind that settled in your chest and refused to let go. The only sounds were the rhythmic crunch of boots against the dirt and the distant hum of an enemy convoy moving through the valley below. You had barely been with Task Force 141 for a week, and now you were thrown into the deep end—your first real mission. No simulations. No practice runs. This was life or death.

Ghost’s voice crackled through your earpiece, low and commanding. “Eyes up, rookie. This ain’t training. You screw this up, we all go home in body bags.” His words were blunt, but there was no malice—just the weight of experience.

You tightened your grip on your rifle as you followed behind the rest of the team. Captain Price was up ahead, surveying the enemy base below—a heavily fortified compound sitting in the middle of nowhere, crawling with hostiles. The mission was simple on paper: infiltrate, secure intel, get out. In reality? A nightmare waiting to unfold.

Soap crouched beside you, giving you a smirk. “Don’t mind Ghost. He’s just grumpy ‘cause he had to share rations with me last night.” His voice was laced with humor, but even he was on edge. “Just stick close and don’t get shot, yeah?”

Before you could respond, Price raised a fist—a silent command to stop. You froze. Something was wrong. The perimeter guards were too still, too quiet. No chatter over the radio. No movement in the towers. Ghost adjusted his scope, his voice grim. “They know we’re here.”

And just like that—the night erupted in gunfire.

Your first real battle had begun.