The briefing room was dimly lit, the low hum of the projector the only sound as Price stood before his team. The room was filled not only with his usual operatives—Ghost, Gaz, Farah—but also a group of wizards who had ditched their traditional robes for tactical gear. Each wizard wore magic-resistant armor, heartbeat sensors, and thermal imaging equipment, fully integrated into the military setup.

“Listen up,” Price began, his voice steady but carrying the weight of the mission ahead. “Our target is a giant breeding facility deep in the Russian wilderness. This isn’t just any stronghold—it’s where Voldemort’s forces are raising an army of giants, each one magically enhanced and ready to be unleashed on the battlefield.”

He clicked a button, and a holographic map of the facility appeared, casting a pale blue light over the room. The facility was nestled deep in a mountainous region, surrounded by dense forests and frozen rivers.

“The place is heavily fortified, both by conventional means and magic. We can’t just blow the doors open. Our mission is to infiltrate, plant these,” Price pointed to a set of small, magically enhanced beacons on the table, “and signal the U.S. warships. These beacons will disrupt the magical interference that’s preventing us from targeting the facility.”

One of the wizards, a tall man with a grizzled beard and piercing blue eyes, leaned forward. “What kind of resistance are we expecting?”

“Expect everything,” Price replied. “But we’re going in quietly. This is a stealth op—get in, plant the beacons, and get out. If everything goes to hell, I’ll call in the airstrike.”

Farah glanced at the wizards, her eyes scanning their gear. “You lot ready to leave the wands at home?”

The grizzled wizard grinned, patting his sidearm and nodding towards a compact assault rifle slung over his shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ve got your backs.”

Tom Finch, standing beside Price, gave a reassuring nod. “We’ve been training for this. Magic’s useful, but sometimes you need to go in with a bit of Muggle firepower.”

Gaz smirked. “Good to have you on board. Just don’t get too comfortable. This isn’t your average day at Hogwarts.”

Price silenced the room with a look. “Focus. We’ve got one shot at this. The plan is to approach the facility underwater to avoid detection. Once we’re on the cliffside, we’ll use grappling hooks to ascend and enter through a maintenance hatch. The beacons need to be placed at three key locations to ensure maximum disruption of the magical interference.”

Tom opened a case beside him, revealing the team's new gear. “This mission also marks the first time we’re using magic-enhanced bullets and explosives. These rounds are enchanted to penetrate magical shields and armor, ensuring you can take down even the most heavily protected targets.”

Ghost picked up one of the glowing rounds, turning it over in his hand with a skeptical look. “Wizarding bullets, huh? Next thing you know, we’ll be shooting spells out of our rifles.”

Farah, inspecting one of the enchanted explosives, shot Ghost a smirk. “Oh, come on, Ghost. How different is this from the incendiary rounds, explosive rounds, or whatever other special ammo we’ve used before? Ammo is ammo.”

Gaz chuckled, giving Ghost a playful nudge. “She’s got a point, mate. As long as it goes bang when it needs to, I’m not complaining.”

Ghost let out a small huff, a rare hint of amusement in his voice. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t expect me to start waving a wand around.”

Tom grinned, placing the remaining rounds back in the case. “Don’t worry, Ghost. I’ll leave the wand-waving to the professionals. You just focus on making those shots count.”

With the banter easing the tension, the team finished their preparations, fully aware of the challenges ahead.

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The Russian coastline was unforgiving. Icy waves crashed against the rocks as the team swam silently toward the shore. The cold bit through their wetsuits, but they pressed on, their breaths measured and controlled. Above them, the cliff loomed, a dark silhouette against the night sky.

Emerging from the water, they moved quickly and efficiently, securing their grappling hooks to the jagged rocks. The ascent was challenging, the wind howling around them, but each member of the team moved with the precision of a well-oiled machine.

At the top, the facility came into view—an ominous fortress, its walls lined with watchtowers and heavy artillery. But tonight, the guards were sparse, and the facility was eerily quiet.

“Too quiet,” Ghost muttered, his voice barely audible through the comms.

“Let’s not jinx it,” Price replied. “Stick to the plan.”

They moved like shadows, slipping past the few guards that patrolled the perimeter. Each takedown was swift, a knife to the throat or a silenced round to the head, leaving no trace of their presence.

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Inside, the corridors were narrow and dimly lit. The wizards, now fully part of the team, moved with the same discipline as their Muggle counterparts. Tom Finch led the way, using his wand sparingly to disable wards and magical traps, while the other wizards kept their weapons at the ready.

The first beacon was planted in a storage room filled with supplies for the giants—massive chains, enchanted armor, and crates marked with ominous runes. The second beacon was placed in the main control room, where they carefully avoided triggering alarms that would alert the entire facility.

“All set,” Gaz whispered. “One more to go.”

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The final beacon needed to be planted deep within the breeding pens, a cavernous chamber where the giants were being held. As they approached, the team was hit by the overwhelming stench of sweat and raw meat. Massive cages lined the walls, each one large enough to hold a house, and within them, the giants slumbered.

“This is it,” Price said, his voice tense. “Stay sharp.”

They moved quickly, placing the beacon in the center of the chamber. Just as Gaz secured it to the ground, a low growl echoed through the cavern. The team froze, their eyes darting to the largest cage at the far end.

A fully grown giant, its skin pale and covered in crude tattoos, began to stir. Its eyes snapped open, glowing with a fierce, unnatural light.

“Of course,” Farah muttered, backing away slowly. “Always gotta have a Juggernaut.”

The giant roared, and the entire facility seemed to come alive. Alarms blared, and Death Eaters flooded into the chamber, wands raised and curses flying.

“Move!” Price barked, firing at the giant’s head. The bullets struck, but the creature barely flinched, its thick skin absorbing the impact.

Tom and the other wizards sprang into action, casting spells to create barriers and disarm the Death Eaters, but the sheer size of the giant made it a formidable opponent.

The team spread out, using the cavern’s pillars for cover as they exchanged fire with the enemy. The giant, now fully awake, tore through the facility, its massive fists smashing everything in its path.

Ghost ducked behind a pillar as a chunk of stone flew past him. “This is getting out of hand, Price! You better have something up your sleeve.”

Price, calm under pressure, responded, “Hold your positions. Our secret weapon’s almost here.”

The team continued to hold their ground, but the situation was growing more desperate by the second. Just when it seemed like the giant was about to overrun their position, the roar of rotors filled the air. The chamber was suddenly illuminated by the harsh lights of a chopper.

Nikolai’s voice crackled through the comms, full of his usual bravado. “Miss me, comrades?”

The team couldn’t help but grin, despite the chaos around them. “Took you long enough,” Gaz shot back, a hint of relief in his voice as the chopper provided much-needed cover.

Nikolai’s voice crackled through the comms, full of his usual bravado. “Ah, but I had to make an entrance, didn’t I? Can’t let you boys have all the fun.”

Nikolai’s chopper swooped in, guns blazing. The bullets tore through the Death Eaters, and a well-placed missile struck the giant’s legs, sending it crashing to the ground.

“Let’s move!” Price ordered as Nikolai’s chopper provided covering fire. The team made a break for the extraction point, fighting their way through the remaining guards as the facility shook from the destruction.

Nikolai’s chopper hovered just above the ground, the door open and ready. The team piled in, narrowly avoiding the giant’s grasp as it struggled to rise.

As the chopper hovered just above the ground, the door swung open. Nikolai’s grin could be heard through his voice. “Welcome aboard, comrades. And for our wizarding allies—first time on a Muggle chopper? I promise, it’s a smoother ride than a hippogriff.”

The wizards, still in awe of the firepower they had just witnessed, scrambled into the chopper. One of them, eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement, muttered, “I’ve flown a broomstick in a thunderstorm, but this... this is incredible.”

Nikolai’s laughter echoed through the cabin. “You’re in the big leagues now. Hold on tight—we’re not out of this yet.”

As they lifted off, Price looked down at the facility, now a war zone. “Nikolai, get us clear,” he commanded.

“Roger that,” Nikolai responded, his tone all business as he steered the chopper out of harm’s way.

As the chopper ascended, Price looked down at the facility, now a smoldering ruin. He grabbed his comm, his voice firm as he issued the final order. “This is Price. Call in the airstrike.”

Moments later, the sky lit up as magic-tipped Tomahawks streaked through the air, their impact obliterating the breeding pens in a series of deafening explosions. The giant let out one final roar before it was consumed by the fireball, the entire facility collapsing in on itself.

One of the wizards, still clutching his wand, watched the destruction below, a mix of awe and grim satisfaction on his face. “Guess Voldemort is not as untouchable as we thought.”

Ghost, ever the pragmatist, nodded. “We get the job done. Doesn’t matter what it takes.”

Nikolai’s voice came through the comms, a mix of amusement and confidence. “Now that’s what I call teamwork. Let’s get out of here before they figure out what hit them.”

As the chopper sped away from the burning wreckage, the team and the wizards shared a brief moment of understanding. They had faced the impossible and come out on top—together.

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Back at base, the team gathered in the command center as reports from around the world began to filter in. Screens flickered with images of burning fortresses, destroyed supply lines, and shattered strongholds. It wasn’t just Russia—teams everywhere had struck at the heart of Voldemort’s forces, dealing a crippling blow.

Tom Finch and the other wizards, still in their tactical gear, shared a rare moment of camaraderie with the soldiers. The mission had been a success, and the bond forged in the heat of battle was undeniable.

Price stood at the center of the room, his gaze sweeping over his team. “We’ve evened the odds,” he said, a note of pride in his voice. “But this war isn’t over. Get some rest. We’ll need it.”

The team dispersed, each member knowing that they had made a difference, but also aware that the final battle was still on the horizon.