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The world dissolved into a cacophony of whistling shells and the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of PKM machine guns. Armstrong pressed his face into the dirt, the smell of pine needles and diesel fuel filling his lungs. This wasn't a skirmish; it was the spark. General Guba’s rogue forces had finally crossed the line, and the Cold War had just turned white-hot.

In that moment, the fate of the island—and perhaps the world—rested on a single pull of the trigger.

"Contact! West!" Armstrong screamed, diving into the tall grass.

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