I remember the day the war took my brother. Smoke curled over the fields of Erenhold as Coalition tanks rolled through the village square. I was pinned behind a crumbling wall, rifle hot in my hands, watching through the scope as they dragged him out of our home. He looked right at me—just once—before the shot rang out.

Now, seventeen years later, I crouch in the ruins of Kael Marak’s outer district, snow falling silently over broken steel and charred bodies. My breath fogs the air. Mira taps my shoulder, points ahead: two guards patrol the access tunnel to the central bunker. Inside, Dr. Elain Voss waits—she holds the key to ending this war. Or starting a worse one.

My finger rests on the trigger. No backup. No mercy. Just one decision: do we go loud… or silent?