"How do you see them?" his captain crackled over the comms as Kael picked off a sniper from across the map with a standard-issue pistol.

The screen didn't just fade to black; it fractured. The world of Phantom Forces dissolved into lines of code, and Kael realized that when you play God with a script, the developers eventually come to collect the soul of your account.

In Kael’s vision, the world was no longer concrete and steel. Thin, red boxes pulsed through the walls, outlining the frantic heartbeats of the opposing Phantoms. Numbers hovered over their heads—distance, health, weapon type. A digital "Silent Aim" reticle snapped to their foreheads with a magnetic pull the moment they stepped into his line of sight.