Location: Abandoned U.S. Black Site – Iraq-Syria Border Time: 0430 Hours Task Force 141 & Allies: Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Laswell (remote) Enemies: General Shepherd, Commander Graves, Siren (Silent, Lethal, Unbreakable)

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[EXTERIOR – DESERT COMPOUND]

They moved through the gates like ghosts—silent, sharp, ready for betrayal.

Price’s voice was low. “Eyes up.”

Ghost’s finger hovered by the trigger. Soap scanned the rooftops. Alejandro muttered, “Too quiet.”

They knew what waited for them. But nothing could prepare them for her.

The storm cleared just enough to reveal a single figure, standing in the center of the courtyard—barefoot, unmoving.

Siren.

Dressed in skin-tight tactical black, blood smeared across her forearms, hair braided tight down her back. Small. Still. Dangerous.

Behind her: Graves and a dozen Shadow Company soldiers. And watching above, arms behind his back—General Shepherd.

“That’s far enough,” Graves called out, smug.

Price stepped forward, gun low but ready. “Where is he?” he barked.

Graves smirked. “Right where he should be. And guess what, mate? So are you.”

Ghost’s eyes locked on Siren.

She didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even reach for a weapon.

“She’s unarmed,” Soap whispered. “Is that her?”

Laswell’s voice crackled over comms.

“That’s Siren. Do not engage. Don’t let her speak.”

Price glanced at Ghost. “What the hell does that mean?”

Ghost’s voice was cold. “Means if she opens her mouth, someone dies.”

Gaz swallowed hard. “She’s that strong?”

“No,” Ghost said. “She’s worse.”

Siren raised her head slowly.

And even though she was half their size—every man in 141 stepped back.

Shepherd finally spoke from above.

“You boys were getting too noisy. I needed a cleaner way to tie off loose ends.”

Graves laughed. “So we called her.”

Siren didn’t laugh.

She took a step forward. Still barefoot. Still silent. The sound of skin on concrete echoed louder than boots.

Ghost raised his rifle.

Siren stopped.

A faint hum vibrated in the air — not from her lips. From the ground. From her.

Laswell shouted into the comms:

“Do not let her speak. Do not let her sing. If she does, she gets stronger.”

Price narrowed his eyes. “She’s just a girl.”

“She’s a weapon,” Ghost growled. “Built by your bloody government.”

Siren tilted her head — just barely — and for a single moment, opened her mouth…

Alejandro fired.

A warning shot near her foot.

It never landed.

She moved.

One step. A blur. Alejandro was on the ground, choking, his rifle bent like plastic.

Siren stood over him.

Still hadn’t spoken.

Still hadn’t used her voice.

And already one of them was down.

Graves chuckled. “She’s efficient.”

Price shouted, “Stand down! This isn’t your fight!”

Siren’s eyes finally shifted. Not to Graves. Not to Shepherd.

To Ghost.

And for the first time, her mouth parted.

No words came. Not yet. But the intention was clear.

If she speaks… someone’s not getting up again