Forces: Nemesis Strike | Special

Raptor didn't need an invitation. He breached the main gate in a flurry of sparks and steel. While Stealth moved through the shadows, Raptor was the storm. He unleashed the fury of his M249 SAW, turning the courtyard into a chaotic blur of muzzle flashes and falling enemies.

"They don't have to like it," Stealth replied as the screen flashed COMPLETED . "They just have to deal with us." Special Forces: Nemesis Strike

"Nemesis isn't going to like this," Raptor grunted as a fresh wave of elite shock troops—the "gods of war"—rushed the door. Raptor didn't need an invitation

They met at the core of the facility—the "Thesis" database. The room was a labyrinth of servers and glass, housing the stolen tech that could spark a global catastrophe. Special Forces: Nemesis Strike