Within the Kurdish Control Zone, inside the US Army command post.
Major James sat in the command chair, a chill running up his spine repeatedly.
The midnight chill of the Mannier Valley had already permeated his bones through the screen and radio.
On the large screen, the dots representing both friend and foe flashed, intertwined, and vanished wildly, with icons of explosions appearing in quick succession.
These were no longer cold electronic signals; it was his most elite "Razor" squad struggling in blood and fire, a military disaster unfolding in real time.
"Pawns... we've all become pawns..."
This thought swirled in his mind like a nightmare.
He, a dignified Major in the US Special Forces, was lured step by step by a group of Russian special soldiers he considered prey into this meticulously designed death trap, and personally ignited the fuse of the melee with the 1515 Armed.
