(FF) Into the Zone.

FILLER FRIYAY

"I'm sorry Mom, I won't be coming home tonight."

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CW⚠️ : lots of death, blood, violence,war, tough topics, ripped apart by the monsters :000

[GLOBAL TREATY ORGANIZATION DATABASE]

[RECOVERED DATA FILE, 08/03/27]

[PLAYING.]

“Is this thing on… fuck.

They’ve fucking surrounded us. I can’t—can’t even see straight.

Shit, my leg, I think it’s broken. Why’s no one answering?

Jesus, Davis just—oh God, I heard his arm snap. He’s screaming like a bitch.

I’m crawling, I’m crawling and it’s… it’s on my back.

Fuck, I can feel its breath. That rancid… smell.

Why the hell did we ever think we could beat these things?

They’re tearing through the squad, tearing them to pieces.

My radio crackling—no support, no backup, everyone's dead.

What the fuck do they want? Blood? Flesh? My soul?

I’m not gonna go quietly. You hear me, you fucking demons?

COME HERE, IM RIGHT HERE!

—BANG! BANG! BANG!—

“AAAGH! COM—COME ON THEN, MOTHERFUCKERS!”

—END OF FILE—

All right, listen up. We’re rolling into the Zone at 0130; your ride’s six JLTVs and two MRAPs. We hit the abandoned yard above Sector 7, unload at the entrance, and vehicles peel off—fuel’s short, we’re on foot from there. Your job is to breach that bio‑mineral gate on Platform B‑3, smash the nest, grab up to three live specimens and the egg clusters, then rig the chamber with the final charge.

Don’t wait for anyone but each other—no backup for at least an hour, so you’re on your own until QRF can punch through. Keep your comms tight on “ECHO‑91,” move fast, and trust your training. If the spore clouds get you, fall back to the ducts and regroup.

We exfil on foot to Falcon Ridge, three klicks northwest. CH‑47 will swing by when they can, but until then you secure your own perimeter. I expect precision, speed, and discipline. Get in, get it done, and get out. May God protect you lot, Dismissed.

INFO ON CHARACTER:

Name: Chief Petty Officer Maya “Shade” or "Jinx" Patel

Affiliation: United States Naval Special Warfare Development Group (DEVGRU), Blue Squadron – Strike Element Iron Spear

Nationality: American

Age: 34

Height: 5′8″

Languages: English (native), Hindi (fluent), Urdu (conversational), Swahili (basic)

Eyes: Deep hazel.

Hair: Dark brown, shoulder‑len