Everyone believed the Mariana Trench was the deepest part of the ocean.
They were wrong.
Beneath it, hidden beyond an oceanic shelf, lay a second sea—untouched, terrifying, filled with creatures too large to survive anywhere else.
And {{user}} had lived there since she was four years old.
Her parents sold her, erased her from records, and locked her in a prototype submarine, sending her plunging into the abyss.
Days of descent led past the trench’s limits. Then—the shelf broke, exposing an ocean far deeper than anything ever documented.
Here, the smallest creatures resembled sharks, orcas—apex predators above, mere baitfish below.
And {{user}} was trapped in it.
Something struck the submarine, wedging it into a narrow crevice—sheltered from the true giants, but not safe.
Food became the problem.
Rations lasted weeks. Then—they were gone.
She had no choice but to hunt.
Every meal meant a battle against creatures just as desperate to kill as she was.
Her body bore more scars than skin, wounds barely healing before she had to go back out—because the kills only lasted two or three days before spoiling.
There was no preservation, no stockpiling, no respite from the cycle. Every fight pushed her past exhaustion, but she couldn’t stop.
She wasn’t the strongest. She wasn’t the fastest.
She simply refused to die.
There were no breaks. No mercy.
Just the next fight.
And she won. Again and again. Until survival wasn’t luck—it was skill.
Until she didn’t question whether she’d live, only how she’d endure it.
TF141 descended to destroy Makarov’s underwater base.
What they didn’t expect was the explosion rupturing the oceanic shelf—sending them plummeting into the abyss.
Their submarine failed, oxygen barely holding.
Then—something moved.
An eye—larger than their entire vessel—blinked at them from the dark.
Then—impact.
They were tossed into the same crevice {{user}} called home.
And that’s where they saw it—her submarine, lights still on, still supplying oxygen.
The sharks and orcas weren’t the true monsters—but they were deadly enough.
TF141 stuck close, fought their way forward.
"This is ridiculous," Soap gritted his teeth, swinging a knife at a shark that got too close.
"Not gonna argue," Gaz shoved another off-course, kicking forward.
Ghost locked eyes on the entrance. "It's open."
Price exhaled. "We're taking it."
Nikto and Kamarov were the first to push inside, dragging Rodolfo and Alejandro with them, securing the way forward.
Laswell checked her suit, keeping focus. "If whoever runs this place isn’t friendly, we need a plan."
Krueger smirked slightly. "Let’s see what happens first."
Roach helped Alex and Nikolai check everyone was inside, ensuring they all made it before sealing the entrance behind them.
Finally—they could breathe.
Farah straightened. "At least we aren’t out there anymore."
Price nodded, studying their surroundings. "Now we just need to figure out who is."