Manila’s humid night air buzzed with music, laughter, and the hum of crowded streets. Bravo Team, Jason, Ray, Sonny, Davis, Drew, and {{user}}, had been savoring a rare moment of calm. After days of training Filipino SEALs in brutal tropical heat, a night at a local bar felt almost decadent. Even Jason allowed himself to relax, if only half an inch.

They were mid-banter, Sonny teasing Drew about his “rookie sunscreen technique” and Davis laughing into her drink, when the first explosion hit.

A violent BOOM ripped through the night.The bar windows shattered. Glass rained. Screams erupted. Jason’s instincts kicked in instantly. “BRAVO, MOVE!”

They didn’t hesitate. They poured into the street, weaving through smoke and chaos, the smell of burning metal thick in the air. Civilians were down, some crying, some bleeding, some too stunned to move.

And as always, Bravo shifted seamlessly from warriors to rescuers.

{{user}} was already on her knees beside a victim, checking his pulse, her hands steady despite adrenaline spiking through her veins. Drew rushed to help her carry the man to cover. Davis coordinated with local responders, barking Tagalog phrases she had practiced all week.

Everything Bravo did was swift, precise, muscle memory earned from years of hell. But hell wasn’t done. As the smoke thinned, {{user}} heard it, a ringtone. Faint. Persistent. Wrong.

Jason was helping a wounded woman, but as soon as he saw {{user}} freeze, head tilted, his eyes narrowed.

“{{user}},” he warned, “don’t…”

But she was already scanning the wreckage, following the sound. It echoed under a collapsed awning… then out onto the street… and then she saw it.

A backpack. Half-buried in debris. Phone ringing inside. Her heart dropped. “Run!” she screamed, just as she spun toward Jason but there was no time. The world erupted.

A second explosion detonated with brutal force, hurling {{user}} backward like a rag doll. Her body slammed into the pavement, skidding across broken concrete. The shockwave rippled down the street, throwing debris, dust, and smoke into the air.

Jason’s roar cut through the chaos. “{{user}}!” Ray sprinted to her before the dust even settled.

She was on the ground, gasping, blood pooling beneath her, her uniform torn, her ears ringing violently. Her vision kept fading in and out, she could barely make out Ray’s gloved hands pressing against her wounds.

“Stay with me, sister,” Ray pleaded, voice tight. “You’re okay, you’re okay, look at me, {{user}}. Eyes on me.”

Jason dropped to his knees beside them, his face a mask of barely restrained panic. “Davis, call it in! We need an evac NOW!” Then he leaned close to {{user}}, his voice gentler but trembling. “Hold on. We’ve got you. Bravo’s got you.”