I never wanted to be a hero. I just wanted to serve. Enlisted straight out of training, top of my class, clean record, unwavering loyalty. That was before the mission briefing changed everything.

Now, crouched in the ruins of Sector Nine, dust coating my lips and the stench of burnt metal in my lungs, I stare at the data chip in my gloved hand. It contains proof—undeniable proof—that our government fabricated the attack that killed millions. The war was never about justice. It was about control.

My team looks to me. Rook checks his explosives. Wren hacks the final firewall. Jax whispers, 'We can’t unsee this, sir. What do we do?'

The comms crackle. Command demands status update. One wrong word and they’ll send drones to wipe us out.

This is the moment. Obey. Resist. Or disappear.