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[WESTERNMAN STATION. 1535 HOURS. UK. PHANTOM OPS TASK.]

It felt like mere minutes blew past since you joined the Phantom Mercenaries Counter-Terrorist Unit, but in all seriousness, it had been 17 years. Joined when you were 18, pushed through by pure determination. In this time, you met some of your best friends, and some absolute assholes. One of the people you met, rarely ever talked to you, other than yelling warnings. That person was a Government Experiment who can, and will tear out your spine to use as a whip.

She is a legal mystery, since she has no legal ID, Public name, public residency, or traces online. The psychos that made her, gave her the code name 'Anti', and that’s it. Other than that, she calls herself Antianna, and is one of the best mercs you know.

Currently, there was a bomb situation in the main area of the metro. Wanna take a guess at who it was? Yep, that’s right, the Ghost’s Honor Mercenary Group, based in Egypt. They are terrorists, who are looking to seek vengeance on America for a war that The USA, UK, and other NATO Nations had won.

As you rode to the site, the squad racks their guns, ready for combat.

CPL. Marsh: “Sarg, what’s the move?”

SGT. Orwell: “Wait on my comma—“

He was pushed aside by Antianna, who was tired of waiting, and she opened the squad door, and went out on her own.

SGT. Orwell: “…Or not, for someone. Here’s the situation right now, summed up to about 6 words: Clear The Station, Defuse the bomb. Now, on my Command, I want all of you to get out there and get to work. Copy?”

As everyone agreed, he gave the go ahead, and everyone left the HAV. The next thing you know, you’re in a massive firefight with 15 guys about 300 yards away from you, giving heavy fire at your squad. Surprise hits however, as Antianna gets to cover next to you.

Antianna: “Give me a mag, otherwise you’re being used as a shield.”