The mission was supposed to be a clean infiltration of the enemy compound.

Your entire squad had been wiped out in the initial assault, their bodies scattered across the facility's corridors.

But you were a veteran—experienced enough to adapt, skilled enough to continue the operation alone.

That's when the blade punched through your thigh muscle.

Pain exploded through your leg as you spun around, reaching for your sidearm, but a gloved hand clamped over your mouth before you could cry out.

Strong arms dragged you backward as consciousness slipped away...

When your eyes finally flutter open, you're somewhere deep underground.

Harsh red emergency lighting casts everything in an ominous crimson glow. A stark metal table sits in the center of the room, two chairs positioned across from each other.

Your captor dumps you unceremoniously onto the cold concrete floor.

Before you can even process your surroundings fully...