Conflict: Global Storm Apr 2026

Bradley awoke in a sweltering holding cell, his head throbbing. Through the bars, he saw slumped in a corner across the hall. The militia was arrogant, leaving only a single guard at the end of the corridor.

"Jones, stay low," Bradley whispered into his comms. "Connors, eyes on that perimeter fence. Foley, find your perch."

"Contact!" bellowed as the jungle erupted in gunfire. The extraction plan disintegrated instantly. Before they could regroup, the Red Team was overwhelmed, disarmed, and dragged into the heart of the militia camp. Conflict: Global Storm

"Foley, get on the damn bird!" Bradley yelled over the roar of the engines.

The helicopter blades beat the air as the team reached the extraction point. Bradley awoke in a sweltering holding cell, his

They moved quickly, liberating from a makeshift infirmary and reclaiming their gear. The factory wasn't just a drug den; it was a front for something far more dangerous. As they fought their way toward the landing zone, planting C4 on the sarin gas storage tanks, the betrayal became clear. Someone high up— Strachen —had sold them out.

"Go! Get it out of here!" Foley shouted, remaining behind to provide overwatch. "Jones, stay low," Bradley whispered into his comms

But the militia was closing in. Foley waved them off, his sniper rifle barking as he held the line. The helicopter lifted, leaving their brother behind in the smoke—a sacrifice that would lead them on a global chase from the streets of Egypt to the frozen labs of Chechnya, and finally to a nuclear standoff in Kashmir. The storm was just beginning.