The acrid scent of gunpowder and oil clung to the air as Wen Lin adjusted the collar of his borrowed uniform. The weight of the enemy insignia on his chest felt like a brand, burning through his skin. He kept his expression stoic, though his mind raced with every step he took deeper into the labyrinthine camp.
The sun blazed overhead, casting sharp shadows across the rows of tents. Men in mismatched combat gear moved with purpose, their voices sharp and clipped as they barked orders into crackling radios.
Wen Lin's objective was clear: gain the trust of Omar Abdul Hakim and uncover the location of the antidote. But trust was a fragile thing in a world where alliances were forged in blood and broken with a whisper.
A shout broke through his thoughts.
"Commander Wen Lin!"
