Trump Threatens to Target Iranian Energy Infrastructure If No Peace Deal

On the Roosevelt’s bridge, Captain Chen stood steady, eyes moving between displays and the horizon beyond the armored glass. There was no shouting, no visible panic—only clipped confirmations and disciplined execution. The crew had rehearsed this scenario countless times, though never under the knowledge that the missiles in the sky were real. Fear was present, but contained, compartmentalized behind training and duty.

Debris rained harmlessly into the Gulf By minute five, the first intercept

flashes bloomed high above the water—brief bursts of light as incoming missiles were struck and torn apart mid-flight. Debris rained harmlessly into the Gulf. By minute twelve, more than half the threat had been eliminated. A few missiles penetrated deeper into the defensive envelope, skimming lower, forcing close-range engagements. Decoys splashed into the sea. Radar locks broke and re-formed. Yet none of the incoming weapons found their mark. Not a single missile reached the carrier.

And then, as swiftly as the attack had begun, the calculus shifted. The defensive phase gave way to response.

From well beyond Iran’s visual horizon—positions calculated to remain outside immediate retaliation range—American Tomahawk cruise missiles launched. They hugged the terrain at low altitude, guided by satellite and pre-programmed coordinates toward the very batteries that had fired minutes earlier. Simultaneously, Roosevelt’s fighters roared off the deck, their engines cutting through the humid Gulf air. Precision-guided munitions detached from their wings, each assigned to radar installations, launch platforms, and command nodes identified during the initial barrage.