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The acrid stench of gunpowder sears your lungs as radio static crackles in your ruined earpiece—your squad’s last transmission. No backup. No retreat. You’re the only one still breathing after the ambush, your boots crunching over shattered glass and spent shell casings. Intel burns in your pocket: coordinates to the enemy’s black-site lab, buried deep in the skeletal remains of an industrial zone. They’re brewing something there—something worse than bullets. Daylight’s bleeding out. Move. Quiet’s a luxury you can’t afford now. Armored patrols sweep the perimeter, their muzzle flashes cutting through the haze. Let them hunt shadows. You’ll hunt *them*. Every guard neutralized is a step closer to blowing this hellhole off the map. Check your mag. Prime your grenades. They took your brothers-in-arms. Time to return the favor.
