Block Ops

You work alone. No cover, no backup, no second chance. The contract arrives as one line — how you close it is up to you.

OPERATION GOLDEN. The head of the syndicate, twenty-five guards and a six-shell shotgun. Three roads lead to him, all real: fight up the main staircase, reach him with a grenade, or drop the chandelier onto his chair.

DIRTY MONEY. Night, rain, a container port. In through the storm drain, the key on the chief, the drive in his safe. Take it and the port shuts down: your way out is the roof, the crane bridge and the container yard.

THE LAST FLIGHT. Eleven kilometres up, two decks, thirty-two mercenaries. The skin can be shot through anywhere — beyond it is air that pulls in everyone nearby.

The world is built from voxels and breaks for real: fire knocks cubes out of bodies, tears off limbs and chews through walls. Hits pay out in glory shards — headshots, streaks, kills made mid-jump.

Every run is timed, and the board remembers how you closed each one.