It was the year 21, and my squad and I were stationed in a remote base in the Middle East. One day, I was summoned to an office where I met with a CIA agent named Joseph Benjamin. He was a stern-looking man with a no-nonsense attitude.

"Sergeant Kyle, the CIA needs your help with a major issue," Joseph said as he handed me a file. "Meet Asmid Hasan. You are tasked with eliminating him, as we have intelligence suggesting he has chemical weapons and plans to launch an attack on America. We have a contact that you will be meeting in the town. He wears a blue shirt and black pants and has a gold watch on his right arm. Once you see the man, he will show you where to find Asmid."

I felt a surge of mixed emotions—duty, responsibility, and a tinge of anxiety. I accepted the contract, knowing that my country's safety was at stake. As I left the office, my mind raced with thoughts of the mission ahead and the safety of my squad.

I quickly gathered my team, who were scattered around the base, occupied with various activities to pass the time.

"Drop the magazine. Brad, we’ve got a job to do," I said, scanning the area and realizing that one of my squad members was missing. "Where’s that prick, Axel?" I asked.

"We haven't seen him since breakfast," Brad responded, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"What the fuck do you mean none of you have seen him!?"

There was an uneasy silence among the squad. I quickly briefed my team on our mission to locate a contact who would lead us to our target, now codenamed Objective False Future.

Just as I finished briefing the squad, I heard the distinct sound of Axel's footsteps approaching. I recognized his gait by the confident rhythm of his movement.

"Ah, Axel, where the fuck have you been!?" I struggled to contain my frustration, eager for an explanation.

"I was helping the recruits with target practice. It's no big deal," Axel replied nonchalantly, unaware of the tension his absence had caused.

I laughed before losing control and punched Axel in the face, sending him to the ground. “Don’t you ever pull that shit or I will put you in the fucking ground! Understand?”

Axel, who was clenching his bloody nose, nodded his head in fear, not wanting to get on my bad side again.

We grabbed our gear and moved into the town, where it wasn't long before we were met with gunfire. The truck we were sitting in was rained down by bullets from the terrorists. We got off the truck and started to return fire.

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“Brad! Jason! Take the left side! The rest of you with me!”

We moved from building to building, eliminating any terrorists we saw; some took the high ground, and that's where Ben and Erik would come in. They managed to get on the roof and took care of any terrorists that we could see or couldn’t get a clean shot of.

“Search these buildings. Our contact should be here.”

I opened the door to a small shop where civilians were hiding in the corner, scared for their lives. I didn’t pay much attention to them and focused on finding our contact. I opened a door that led into an upstairs part of the shop. Walking up the stairs, I could see the man who fit the description given to me. Blue shirt, gold watch, and black pants.

I got on the radio and informed my team where our contact was. “Found our guy! He’s in a shop north from where we separated.”

“Hey, don’t worry, pal, you're going to help us with a little terrorist problem.”

Our contact was cooperative but demanded things that made me want to smash his fucking skull in.

“I want a mansion in Miami, a Ferrari, and also a loving wife.”

"Buddy, you ain’t getting any of that shit. You'd be lucky if you got relocated to America. Now would you tell me where that son of a bitch is hiding?”

Our contact pointed out on the map where we would find Asmid Hasan. It was northeast of the city on a hilltop. Before we left the shop, I did something that I felt was the right choice. I shot our contact in the head. The reason why I did this was A) he was a liability and B) I could tell by his eyes that he was going to rat us out.

“What the fuck are you doing, Kyle!?” Brad yelled out.

“He was a rat.”

“No, he wasn’t! If he was a rat, why help us out?”

“Think about it, Brad. A free ticket to America and the opportunity to capture some Americans for info. He was planning to sell us out.”

We moved past that and continued with the mission. We arrived at the location; it was a massive mansion on a hilltop that looked over the entire city.

We stormed through the gate and started killing every single soldier that Asmid Hasan had. Moving through the mansion, we reached an office where we found the son of a bitch hiding under a desk. I punched him in the face before unloading punches on his face until he was unrecognizable.

It wasn’t until some of my soldiers grabbed me off of Asmid that I released that I had beaten him to death.

“What’s the matter with you, Kyle!? We could have learned something from him.” Axel said.

I didn't appreciate Axel’s tone, and to this day I don’t regret what I did. Without hesitating, I shot Axel in the head. I looked at my squad and told them that no one, and I mean no one, speaks about what happened here.

After that, we went back to base and told the CIA representative what happened, and me and what was left of my team were transported out of the Middle East and given a new assignment.

A soldier who was gathering their breath busted through the medical room's door and asked Jack to get to the main hub as his father needed to see him.

Jack quickly followed the soldier to the main hub, where he saw his father tapping his right foot rapidly.

“Dad? What is it?”

Harry asked Jack to look at the monitor, which started playing the last words from the guard who was on the lookout at the District 8 checkpoint.

“When did this happen?” Jack asked

“Around five minutes ago, I need you and your team to go to the checkpoint and investigate who is behind this.”