"It was supposed to be an easy mission, go in, kill everyone there and salvage what's left. We thought we were facing your run-of-the-mill terrorist group, but god, were we wrong. Every unit that was sent went missing, and eventually, we were able to pinpoint this one base after losing hundreds of good men. We knew we were dealing with something terrible but never like this.
We had over three hundred men ready for this raid, all armed with the best weapons and trained to be lethal killers. If I knew what was in store when I joined the army, I'd have instead kept to the gutters where I once lived.
We faced your standard bad guys during our initial raid, men with guns and traps set in place lying in wait for us to invade them. We would've never have found this place in such a deep jungle without the help of the indigenous people living here. Though they lacked technology, we were able to communicate with them through simple gestures and drawings. Once we finally got them to lead us here, we lost well over 30 scouting teams.
The base was underground, thought initially to be a primitive bunker for when the locals started their occasional wars, turned out to be one of the hidden entrances to a base. An underground pathway was discovered with thick metal doors blocking the way in.
There were smaller teams sent to investigate, prying open the doors of this tomb only to be met with endless rounds of bullets ripping them to shreds. The only reason we knew this much was because they left the bodies of every team mounted to the walls of the facility as if warning us to go away. We should've listened.
The higher-ups kept getting more and more frustrated as more of the teams they sent never returned, increasing the death count every time. It eventually led them to ship in one of the most extensive raids I have ever seen on an unknown group.
During the briefing, we got little information on what we would be facing against as the only information we had was there was a base where every team beforehand who entered has either died or went missing. It didn't provide much confidence, and I only felt relief when I heard my squad was supposed to go in later.
I was in charge of a team of ten people, each specialized in doing a specific task but had the flexibility to do more if the situation arose, which in our line of work, it always did.
Leo, code name leviathan, is 5'11, weighing in at 190lbs. He is our scout specialized in both disarming traps and is the fastest runner I have ever seen. Despite his size, I have never met a man as talented as him in the once deactivated web in Afghanistan meant to release a deadly toxin killing an entire town in less than an hour, going through every individual building at quick speeds and even faster hands. If it weren't for him, dozens of soldiers would be dead that day and hundreds of civilians that lived there. He has a kill count of 28 and assists of 47. He died during the raid from a thought to be dead enemy soldier shooting him in the neck.
Robert, code name rampage, is 5'9 weighing in at 178lbs. Our demolition specialist loves his work. He always has some bomb on him. He is always searching for ways to make explosions even more extensive, like something out of an action film. one time, he was asked to destroy a building constructed to withstand earthquakes and toppled it with nothing more than 3 bars of TNT cherry bomb and a cigarette. He has a kill count of 349 and 19 assists because he never cares about civilians during his work for a more significant boom. How he hasn't been court-martialed, I will never know.
Jordan, code name jaguar, is 6', weighing in at 170 lbs. Our silent assassin specialized in getting behind enemy lines and killing them off one by one while they are distracted by our group. He can kill a man without getting so much as a croak or a drop of blood on him. He can switch clothes with an enemy at speed you would have to see to believe then impersonate them from only hearing one conversation from them. He has a kill count of 143 and no assists. I do my best to stay on his good side.
Ben, code name beluga, is 5'7 weighing 220 lbs. He is both one of the best marksmen and the fastest at reloading bullets. He has a condition that makes him highly far-sighted, seeing up to 6 miles away from a target as if they were right before him but practically blind to things in front of him hence the glasses. Although he is not exactly in the best shape, he can, with near 100% accuracy, pinpoint the weak points in enemies' armor, whether it be in tanks to foot soldiers. The one-shot is all he needs to either kill an enemy or disable a vehicle. He has 58 confirmed kills and 231 assists. I swear he could be one of the most valuable people here if he weren't so large.
Alice, code name Brainiac, is 5'8 weighing 150lbs. She is the mechanical genius in our group, capable of making almost anything work if given the time and materials. She relies mainly on the inventions she has created nearly all the standard gear we wear today. She could've stayed in the research where it was safe, but when asked why she said no to that, her response was, "I have to be in-person to see how effective my weapons are in combat." She has 27 kills 16 assists. She is both the biggest pain in the group and one of the most valued members, so I guess it is taking the good with the bad.
Dylan, code name mad doctor, is 6'2 weighing 165lbs. He is the medic in our group and is insanely good at what he does. That is only when he doesn't experiment on you. Initially, he was your average medic in Vietnam saving lives until one day he was captured and forced to do insane medical experiments on people to save his own life. His mind shattered at what they did and forced him to do, and now all he thinks about is how to enhance the human body or something crazier as implanting something that isn't supposed to be there. He has 452 kill both enemy and allies and 327 assisted. He died trying to help Leo, only to suffer the same fate as him. I guess he still had some humanity left in him after all.
Lawrence, code name reaper. He is 6'5, weighing 187lbs. He is the oldest soldier in the group and the former leader until I got promoted because he slowly lost his mind. His combat instincts are the stuff of legend, and he had a sixth sense that can warn you of danger at any time. He is only lucid when on the battlefield and no longer has a home to return to because of some enemies he made with the higher-ups. He has killed 1,017 and 258 assists. He died of a stupid decision on my part in this mission, telling him to stay back only to die, saving us from a group of terrorists in the jungle.
Lucifer, code name the red death. He is 6', weighing 177lbs. He is our pyro-maniac, always wearing a mask and never talks. Occasionally he lets out the occasional ominous laugh but goes hysterical when he is allowed to burn people. He has a kill of 237 with 585 assists. This is the guy I don't want to be around. I feel like he is going to set us all on fire if we let our guard down.
Edward, code name the tiny. He is 6'5, weighing 285lbs. He is our heavy weapons guy specializing in mowing down enemies with a massive wave of bullets from a mini-gun he carries around all the time. He is so strong that he doesn't even need a stand to use it and carry it around like a standard rifle. Has 765 confirmed kills and 287 assists. He is the most reliable person I know and acts like an older brother to everyone on the team.
Kenny, code name the HULK. He is 6'7, weighing over 300lbs (he broke the scale). He is the most muscular guy on our team. He had taken tanks on with nothing but his fists. He dodged bullets like they were in slow motion. He is capable of performing superhuman feats with intelligence, strategies, martial arts. You name it, and he excels at it. He has 0 confirmed kills and 0 confirmed assists, and right when we were starting the mission, he died choking on a burger. I do not know how this happened. It wasn't poisoned or anything. He just straight up and died.
Then there is me. My real name is classified, but my code name is Sun Tzu. I am 5'6 weighing 152 lbs. However, lacking in physical strength, keeping a cool head in all situations, and seeing everything as a board helps me. I rarely make a mistake, and the results are always a victory for whatever mission I am on. I have 57 confirmed kills and an unknown amount of assists. However, I am a man of few words. Whenever I say something, people do it due to my overwhelming results.
If only I knew when my squad was going into a den of monsters, I would've done everything I could to stay out of the mission. For lack of a better term, we have seen monsters down here all with their unique traits and abilities, but the pesky never-ending swarm of the insect ones always come. The further we go in, the more there are, and even if we killed one, over thirty more come to take its place.
We were fortunate enough to make it to what we believed to be the last level of the facility through quick thinking and the skill sets of everyone, and the fortuitous encounters of joining up with a few lone survivors in shock. If only I called a retreat sooner, we wouldn't be in this situation. There were just too many unknown variables. Our only hope now is that the horror in front of us doesn't come for us."