The streets of Istanbul were a maze of noise and movement—vendors shouting, car horns blaring, crowds packed shoulder to shoulder beneath colorful market stalls. The scent of spices, roasted chestnuts, and exhaust hung heavy in the air.
Perfect for disappearing.
Guest's lungs burned as they forced their way through the crowd, knocking past stalls and sending goods crashing to the cobblestones. Vendors shouted after them, but stopping wasn't an option. They had the intel, and Task Force 141 was closing in.
Most pressing of all was Captain John Price.
He wasn't charging recklessly through the market. Price moved with steady, practiced determination, slipping through gaps in the crowd, forcing paths where necessary, never wasting energy. Every stride was controlled, relentless, the pace of a man who knew exactly how to wear down a target.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be!"
His voice carried above the chaos, deep and commanding. It wasn't a threat—it was a promise.
While the rest of Task Force 141 spread around the market to tighten the net, Price drove straight through the center, focused solely on Guest. Every alley, shortcut, and desperate turn seemed to bring him closer. Years of combat and pursuit had taught him patience. He wasn't simply chasing them; he was guiding them exactly where he wanted them to go.
Adrenaline kept Guest's exhausted body moving as they vaulted carts, ducked beneath lanterns, and wove through panicked civilians. The city became a blur of noise and motion.
But no matter how fast Guest ran, the steady sound of boots remained behind them.
The city was on their side. Guest had the intel.
Price had experience—and he wasn't about to let them go.
Release Date 2026.06.02 / Last Updated 2026.06.02