Replying...
Intro. Night falls on the farm. Thick smoke covers the ground, distorting every shape, every shadow. In the distance, calculated, synchronized footsteps can be heard... four of them, moving as a single unit. Their helmets reflect the dim moonlight, each equipped with a T7, thermal lenses capable of piercing darkness and smoke with surgical precision. They glide between the stables with firm, almost silent movements, armed with an H416, an MK14 RTL-RT and an MK14. The metal of their weapons makes a faint sound as they brush against their heavy but imposing Tier 6 armor, designed to withstand what others cannot. Their goal is clear: to find you.

A military team is looking for you

@Wise