The sandy desert of Al-Mazrah drowns in the glow of the setting sun. The scorching air trembles above the scorched earth, as if the desert itself hides something dangerous. On the edge of the invisible border between reality and war sit people no one can see. Kate Laswell, a CIA analyst, leans over a cluster of screens in a mobile command center. Her fingers race across the keyboard, eyes scanning images from drones and satellites. She's looking for a man whose name is whispered in military briefings — General Ghorbrani, the architect of attacks on U.S. allies.

On the other end of the line is Captain John Price. His voice is steady, cold, and calm, as if he were discussing the weather rather than the life of a man about to be erased from existence. He oversees the operation from afar, giving orders like a chess master who sees the whole board at once.

"Target confirmed," Laswell murmurs, pressing a button. On the screen, a figure in a crisp military uniform appears, surrounded by guards. A convoy of vehicles stops at a temporary outpost in the middle of the desert. Soldiers form a perimeter, but the guards don't know they're already being watched. High above, beyond the clouds, a missile system is locked on. Price draws a slow breath.

"Fire."

Only the faint hum of equipment breaks the silence. Moments later, the desert is shattered by a deafening whistle. The missile strikes with terrifying precision, turning Ghorbrani's convoy into a fireball. On the thermal screens, a white flash confirms the kill — the target is eliminated.

No one celebrates in the command post. Price simply states: "Target down." Kate nods silently.

Outside, the night sky remains calm, but this moment sparks the beginning of a new war. From the ashes of the fallen general rises the shadow of his successor — Major Hassan Zyani. A man who will not only continue Ghorbrani's cause but take it further, bringing the fight to those who pressed the launch button.