The city of Valmara was once a beacon of prosperity, its skyline gleaming under the sun. Now, it was a prison. The dictator, General Rasmus Velkan, had turned its streets into corridors of fear, its people into pawns, and its future into ashes. His iron-fisted rule crushed dissent, his secret police silenced voices, and his military kept the population under control.

But not everyone bowed.

In the shadows, five soldiers prepared to do the impossible—overthrow a regime with nothing but their skills, their will, and the promise of a better tomorrow.

They weren't an army. They weren't even a full squad. But they were enough.

The rain fell in sheets over Valmara, washing blood and filth into the gutters. The city had once been a jewel of industry and culture, but under Velkan's rule, it had decayed into a lifeless husk. Armed patrols stalked the streets, propaganda blared from every screen, and the people moved like ghosts, too afraid to speak above a whisper. In the heart of it all, deep in the abandoned industrial sector, five soldiers gathered in the shadows—ready to bring a dictator to his knees.

Sergeant Alex Kane adjusted his earpiece, his eyes scanning the skyline for movement. The old steel mill where they hid was a relic of the past, its broken windows and rusted beams standing as a testament to what Valmara used to be. He turned to his team, each of them lost in their own thoughts, preparing for the mission ahead. Viper knelt beside a crate, studying a weathered map under the dim glow of a red-tinted flashlight. Ghost sat on an overturned barrel, assembling her sniper rifle with methodical precision. Doc checked his med kit, while Sledge idly spun a combat knife between his fingers, his leg bouncing with restless energy.

"This isn't just another op," Kane finally said, his voice low but firm. "Velkan isn't just a target. He's the reason this city is dying. The people are too scared to fight, but we aren't." His gaze met each of theirs. "This is the mission we don't walk away from."

Viper nodded. "We take the armory first. Get weapons, explosives—enough to cripple Velkan's security forces. From there, we make noise. We show the people that he isn't invincible." He exhaled, folding the map. "We start a war."

A moment of silence passed between them, broken only by the distant hum of a passing gunship. Kane felt the weight of what they were about to do, but he pushed the doubt aside. They were five soldiers against an entire regime. The odds were impossible. But revolutions never started with armies. They started with a spark.