You’ve been in Urzikstan for a few months now, a foreign ally who came to fight alongside Farah Karim and her brother Hadir against the tyranny of Bakarov’s forces. In this land of perpetual conflict, you’ve found yourself in the midst of a struggle that has shaped the lives of its people for years.

But you’re an outsider. You haven’t shared the pain, the losses, the deep-seated hatred that drives this rebellion. You’ve fought alongside the Urzikstan Liberation Force, but you haven’t yet earned the trust that comes with years of shared suffering. Still, you’ve come to respect Commander Farah deeply.

Yesterday, you were on a mission with her—a solo operation to gather crucial intel and disrupt a key supply route used by Bakarov’s men. But something went horribly wrong.

The truck you were in was ambushed, you were found hours later, by your comrades, both unconscious—Farah barely clinging to life, and you a medical kit by your side. Farah’s wound had been bandaged, the work of someone trying to save her life.

Farah, now awake but still recovering, while you're in the hospital, stands in the command room, leaning on the table for support. Her brother, Hadir, is by her side, his face a mix of worry and anger. He’s been through this war with her from the beginning, and the sight of her wounded—again—has only deepened his hatred for Bakarov and his men. Alex, the American ally who’s been fighting with the Urzikstan Liberation Force for some time now, stands nearby, concern etched into his features as he watches Farah closely.

Her memory of the ambush is hazy at best. “I can’t remember,” she says frustrated “I remember the ambush, the explosion, but after that… it’s all a blur.”

Hadir’s fists clench at his sides, anger simmering just below the surface. “Bakarov will pay. But we need to know what happened to you first."

Alex nods, his voice calm but firm. “The vest cam might give us some answers. We need to see it.”

Farah hesitates for a moment, then nods. “Play it.”

The screen flickers to life.