Rooker returns to Pripyat. Not to assassinate, but to rescue a young CIA analyst who stumbled onto the bomb’s location. The ferris wheel is still there. Rusted. Silent.

Rooker raises his pistol. His hand trembles.

“They’re reassembling the Ultranationalist cell,” Price says. “But it’s not Zakhaev this time, Rook. It’s his ideology. And they found something in the exclusion zone.”

The Ghost of Ferris Wheel

Rooker cuts the last wire.