The Extraction

I'm wading through knee-deep mud in a tropical rainforest, mosquitoes buzzing past my ear and adrenaline pounding in my veins. The mission looked simple on paper: extract the hostages from a ruthless drug cartel and get out clean. As if anything ever goes to plan. I'm Steve, S3, and as my team ghosts through the dripping foliage under monsoon rains, I know we're about to kick a hornet's nest. We breach the cartel's jungle camp in a flash of gunfire and fury, only to discover this was just the tip of something much darker. What started as a rescue is turning into a war.

Before we can catch our breath, new intel sends us halfway across the world. One day we're fighting through booby-trapped camps in the green hell of the jungle; the next we're chasing a lead into the red sands of the Australian outback. This operation is a shapeshifter, throwing threat after threat at us. My team is tough as nails, but the constant whiplash of danger is taking its toll. And trust? That's getting blurry. An ally is acting strangely, and I feel a crack in our unity at the worst possible time. Every confrontation peels back another layer of lies: turns out this cartel is just a puppet for a bigger monster, and we've yet to find the puppet master. We're running on fumes and fury now, determined to finish what we started. With each hour, the stakes climb higher and the window to save those hostages narrows. There's no turning back. A final clash is looming on some godforsaken stretch of desert, and I'll be damned if we don't settle this score. We either pull off this extraction, or we go down fighting to the very end.

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