Untarctica

Something is rotten at the South Pole.

For three months, the Tartarus research station has been silent. No radio transmissions, no scientific dispatches, only wet squeals and metallic clicking echoing through encrypted channels. The UN cannot bomb the facility without destroying decades of classified science. They need surgical precision. They need absolute secrecy. They need someone who has purged abominations before.

Infiltrate the decaying Antarctic station, weaponize chaotic ballistic recoil, and confront the grotesque horrors waiting in the frozen dark.