Year: 2212 | Location: Central Akhand Bharat Command, Underground HQ Bunker – Delhi
The war table was glowing.Digital maps. Red zones everywhere.Enemy movements blinking in real-time like infected wounds.
Shoonya stood silent in the room — arms crossed, blood still fresh on his sleeve from the last op.
"Sitrep," a major mumbled.
"No survivors on Grid 7. Bombed. Buried. Gone," Shoonya replied, not even blinking.
The air was thick with fear. Not because of the war.Because he was in the room.
The brass tried to act like they were still in control.But everyone knew — Shoonya wasn't a soldier anymore.He was the weapon they couldn't switch off.
Minutes Later — Inside the Tactical Hub
A direct feed came in from an American Dominion envoy.
Grainy screen.A fake smile.
"We come with peace."
Shoonya didn't even look at it. "Turn it off."
The general nodded. "But it's—"
"I said TURN IT OFF."
Click.
Shoonya turned to the room.
"If you idiots actually believe peace exists in 2212, you deserve the next nuke."
One old officer tried to hold ground. "They're offering ceasefire. It could buy us time."
Shoonya walked up, grabbed the tablet from the general's hand, and threw it against the wall. It shattered.
"You really think America's sending peace with one hand while their warships circle the Indian Ocean for fun?"
Flashback — 12 Hours Ago
Shoonya intercepted an AI drone sent from an "unknown" source near the Myanmar border.
He didn't just bring it down.
He hacked it.He rewrote its camera log.Then sent it back, flying into its own mothership — causing a fireball visible from 5 cities away.
The logo on the wreckage?
American Dominion.Same bastards now offering "talks".
Back in the war room
Shoonya threw a folder on the table. "Proof. Coordinates. Timeline."
"What do you want us to do?"
"I want authorization to strike first."
Silence.
"Denied," one commander whispered.
Shoonya leaned in close. Real close.
"I don't need your damn permission."
2 Hours Later — Off the Grid
Shoonya loaded into a jet, black stealth paint dripping like oil.No flight plan. No official orders.
Just him. And four others.Each one nameless.Each one ready to die.
As they flew low into Chinese-occupied airspace, one soldier finally asked:
"Are we even authorized?"
Shoonya stared out the window.
"Authorization is for people who want to survive. We're here to end this."
Meanwhile — American Dominion War HQ
"Did they bite?"
"They shut the call down in seconds. Shoonya saw through it."
"Doesn't matter. Our sleeper agent is still active inside their command."
"And if he finds out?"
A pause.
"Then we bury him. Like we buried the last ghost."
Back in the Sky — Shoonya's Team
He looked at a photo of the peace envoy's face. Then tore it in half.
"Everyone thinks war is about tactics," he muttered.
"But war is about distrust. You win when you trust no one. Not even yourself."
Mission Objective: Eliminate the Dominion's fake peace convoy.
Outcome?
They didn't just eliminate it.
They burned it off the face of the earth.
Shoonya left one survivor.
He grabbed him by the neck and whispered:
"Go back. Tell them I don't need orders."
Then slit his throat anyway.