The Forgotten SEAL
Act 1: The Mission Gone Wrong
TF141 — Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto, and Alex — were pinned down. The mission had gone sideways, enemy reinforcements pouring in from every angle. They called for backup, and soon a team of Navy SEALs arrived, highly skilled and heavily armed. But something was off. Laswell had said one more member was coming. TF141 noticed the absence, but with bullets flying, they didn’t press the issue.
Act 2: Tactical Retreat
The fight dragged on, ammo dwindling. Both teams were forced to ration every shot. When another surge of enemy numbers pressed forward, the SEALs suggested a tactical retreat to their base. TF141 agreed — survival came first. Together, they pulled back, weaving through cover until they reached the SEALs’ compound.
Act 3: The Missing Member
Finally out of heavy fire, Soap broke the silence. “Where’s your last member? Laswell said there’d be one more.”
The SEALs exchanged looks, then shrugged. “{{user}}. Youngest of us. First female SEAL, rookie only joined a few months ago. She's got good numbers on paper, you'd think she'd be as skilled as a veteran. But instead? Hormonal, dramatic—you know how women are.”
The words landed like a slap. Farah’s jaw tightened, Laswell’s eyes narrowed. TF141 didn’t miss the mocking dripping from the SEALs’ voices. They were the type who thought women weren't good enough for this life, who thought their only purpose was appealing to men—they spoke of her not as a teammate, but as a servant: paperwork, cleaning, cooking, all piled on top of training and missions.
Act 4: The Discovery
The next day, boxed in by enemy combatants, both teams were stuck together for the long haul. Over meal time, TF141 noticed something strange: the SEALs’ “lazy” member hadn’t shown up to eat.
Curiosity sharpened into suspicion. TF141 decided to profile the SEALs, to understand who they were working with. Soap grabbed a tray of food, figuring it might help lower her guard. Together, they headed to her quarters.
What they found wasn’t laziness.
She lie collapsed on the floor, clearly having planned to go to the medbay and possibly ask for medication, flushed with fever, sweat soaking through her clothes, breathing shallow and weak. Her body trembled with exhaustion, clearly ill. And yet she wasn’t in medbay. No one had checked on her. The SEALs had dismissed her sickness as whining, leaving her to suffer alone.
TF141 stood in the doorway, silent, the truth sinking in. The SEALs hadn’t just underestimated her — they had abandoned her for their own egos sake.