Zaliv Petra Velikogo, Russia - 0100 hours GMT + 9
The air inside the classified C-137 stealth aircraft, codenamed "Doomsday," hummed with the deep drone of its engines. Twenty thousand feet below, the black waters of Zaliv Petra Velikogo stretched out, unseen. Six figures, clad in black tactical gear, moved with purpose in the low-lit cabin. Each carried a suppressed M4A1, custom-built for precision. This was Delta Force.
Squad Leader, Codename: Ass-tomato, moved with surgical precision. His eyes, sharp even in the dimness, scanned each man, each piece of equipment. The atmosphere was a blend of tense professionalism and quiet camaraderie. The soft clicks of buckles and the rustle of nylon filled the space.
"Gear check, one to six. Report," Ass-tomato's voice was crisp, calm over comms. "Let's make sure our Ballistic Biscuits are ready to crumble."
"Turkey, comms green, chute secured, weapon check."
"Fries, NVGs aligned, thermal good, M4 clear."
