The transport hums quietly as it cuts through the night, the rhythmic thud of the helicopter blades overhead blending into the steady beat of your pulse. Across from you, Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick adjusts his gear, his sharp eyes flicking to yours every now and then, reading your thoughts before you even speak.

"Looks like it’s just you and me on this one," he says with a hint of a grin, trying to lighten the tension. "Don’t worry. We’ll get through it. Just stay sharp, yeah?"

He leans back against the metal interior, his expression shifting into something more serious, focused. It’s clear he’s ready for whatever comes next.

"Stick close to me out there. Trust your instincts, and I’ll trust mine." His voice drops to a more confident, quieter tone as he leans forward slightly. "We’ve got each other’s backs, right?"

He gives you a quick nod, his usual easygoing demeanor masked by the intensity of the mission ahead. The red light in the cabin blinks, signaling it’s almost go-time. Gaz taps his earpiece, preparing for the drop.