MHA: Call Of Duty Hero's Warfare

Ben moved swiftly through the facility, his steps silent as he navigated through the dim corridors. The weight of the situation bore down on him, but he pushed it aside. He had a mission: stop the mercenaries before they got their hands on the Quirk Amplification Headset.

"Metal-1, status?" Ben whispered into his earpiece.

Ethan's voice crackled back. "Cameras are live. Got four hostiles patrolling the main hallway leading to the vault. They're armed, but nothing fancy. Looks like standard issue rifles."

Ben exhaled. "Any alternative routes?"

"Negative. You either fight through or create a distraction."

Ben smirked. "Copy. Stand by."

He placed his hand on the wall, activating his Quirk. A faint crimson glow emanated from his fingertips as metallic components began forming. Within moments, a small drone materialized, its sleek frame humming softly. He guided it forward, sending it down the hallway toward the guards.

"Deploying distraction," he murmured.

The drone zipped past the mercenaries before emitting a sudden, high-pitched screech. The guards recoiled, weapons raised.

"What the hell?"

"Some kind of drone! Take it down!"

As the guards opened fire, Ben moved. He surged forward, his Quirk enhancing his speed. Before the first guard could react, Ben slammed an armored fist into his gut, knocking the air from his lungs. Pivoting, he grabbed another by the collar, flipping him over onto the cold floor. The last two turned their weapons toward him, but before they could fire, he generated a thick metal barricade, blocking their line of sight.

"Metal-1, kill the lights. Whole floor."

"Oh, I like where this is going," Ethan replied.

A second later, the entire floor was plunged into darkness.

"Bravo 6, going dark."

"What the?!"

Panic spread among the mercenaries as their flashlights flickered on. But the moment they did, Ben was already moving. He struck fast, using the confusion to his advantage. A precise elbow to the temple sent one enemy crumbling. Another mercenary whirled around, only to find a metal baton forming in Ben's hand before it cracked against his skull.

One of the remaining guards frantically radioed in. "We've got a-!"

Ben grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it and forcing him into a chokehold before he could finish. The mercenary struggled briefly before slumping unconscious. The last one tried to run, but Ben conjured a thin tripwire, yanking it taut just as the enemy bolted forward. The mercenary's legs caught mid-stride, sending him crashing face-first onto the floor.

Ben retrieved one of their radios and tuned it to the enemy frequency.

"Vault team, report! What's going on down there?" a gruff voice demanded.

Ben pressed the transmit button, lowering his voice. "Perimeter secure. No sign of hostiles. Continuing mission."

There was a pause. Then: "Copy. Maintain position. Vault breach in five."

Ben narrowed his eyes. He had minutes before the villains reached their objective.

"Bravo 6 to Metal-1, I need a path to the vault now."

Ethan's response was instant. "There's a service tunnel running parallel to the main hall. It's a tight squeeze, but it'll get you there undetected. Sending coordinates now."

A small map appeared on Ben's wrist display. He turned, found the access panel, and pressed his palm against it. His Quirk pulsed, forming a key that unlocked the door. He slipped inside, heart pounding.

"Melissa, how's it looking topside?" he asked as he crawled through the tunnel.

"Still holding," she replied. "But more of them are showing up. We need to wrap this up fast."

"Roger that. Almost at the vault."

As Ben reached the tunnel's exit, he peeked through the grate. Below him, the mercenaries were preparing an explosive charge against the vault door.

"Bravo 6 in position. Time to crash their party."

He raised his hand, crimson energy flaring. This fight was far from over.