You stand in the courtroom at the Washington Navy Yard, the weight of the trial pressing down on you. The air is thick with tension, the silence broken only by the judge’s gavel. Across from you, Colonel Nathan Jessep sits with cold confidence, untouchable in his uniform and rank. You’ve spent weeks building a case that keeps hitting walls—witnesses who won’t talk, evidence that disappears, a system designed to protect the powerful.

Now, you’re about to do the unthinkable: call Jessep to the stand. Your hands tremble slightly, but your voice is steady. You know this could end your career. You could be court-martialed for insubordination. But you also know the truth is buried beneath layers of lies, and if you don’t push now, it will stay buried forever.

'Colonel Jessep,' you say, stepping forward, 'did you order the code red on Private Santiago?'

He glares at you. 'I demand to be removed from this farce.'

You don’t back down. 'Answer the question, sir.'

The room holds its breath. This is the moment. The truth is seconds away.