Full Metal Seal Team Novels & Stories

"Will you take responsibility if they get hurt?" "If that risk is high, we can pair speed with strategy." I answered. "The rogues have no proper training and strategy. So two small teams can move separately but stay within signal distance." Soon, one of the warriors spoke up. "Katherine is right. That's actually possible." "We can set clear call signsls too." another one added. While the warriors were discussing it, Jannica quietly looked at them. Then she looked back at me. Then she stepped a little closer.

The door opened as the team entered. Violet (known as the sharpest shooter/sniper), Viper (the hacker with baby face), Bull (admires flowers and nature, a combat killer), Chameleon (good at disguising and camouflaging like a ghost, also he uses Chinese technique to kill known as pressure-point or death touch). The team frowned at the couple who were busy ignoring the world. They started taking their boxes of pizza, chicken, and fries while glaring at the couple. "Here," Harvey pointed the fries to her mouth. MJ noticed how the crew acted and she didn't want to ruin their little birthday party for him. So, she took the fries with her hand.

This was Sector 7—the primary water-filtration plant located on the coastal edge of the New Dar es Salaam mega-structure. "Squad Zero, comms check," Ren ordered, his voice echoing with the cold, metallic modulation of his virtual tactical helmet. "Tank, online and ready to farm," Leo’s booming voice replied. Down on the ground floor, Leo’s massive, matte-black Juggernaut armor materialized from a cluster of blue loading pixels. He unslung his rotary heavy machine gun, the weapon giving off a low, predatory hum.

I turn back to look at the twins, who are directly behind me, the Jackson and Braydon are in the far back seats. “Thanks. We did most of the modification ourselves.” Ranger beams, obviously delighted to see my awe. “She is our rolling fortress. She is bullet proof and blast resistant and has everything you could possibly need to survive in a shit situation. Ooof...” Ryder huffs as Ranger elbows him in the ribs.

For what Selena could tell, they were already preparing to leave to the city hall, so they weren't very aware of what was happening around them. The enemy pack had a lot of members, but they were outnumbered, which didn't mean the fight wasn't going to be ugly and bloody. Selena and the others circled the camping very slowly, examining the surroundings and forming a type of barrier, making sure they couldn't escape once they were ambushed. Her group was being the most sneaky and silent possible, so Shane and his pack didn't notice they were being attacked. And then Selena saw him. Shane. That face full of scars, those green terrifying eyes and that horrible smile made her veins freeze and he

"Tonight, we embark on a perilous quest to topple the Order's stronghold," Tristan declared, his eyes locked on his team. "Unity, stealth, and cunning will be our allies. Let us bring justice to the shadows." With a shared nod, the team vanished into the night, ready to execute their daring mission. "Operation Dawnfall" unfolded beneath the silvery glow of a full moon, casting an eerie luminescence over the Order's imposing manor. Tristan's team, attired in dark, nondescript clothing, converged outside the heavily fortified entrance.

The doors simply forced themselves apart with a violent, mechanical groan, the pneumatic seals breaking under the pressure of industrial hydraulic spreaders. Six men stepped out of the black shaft. They moved with terrifying, fluid silence—a ghost squad clad in matte-black tactical gear, suppressed submachine guns raised, their faces obscured by panoramic night-vision optics. They didn't sweep the room like police; they moved like a death squad executing a rehearsed slaughter. Julian’s heart hammered against his ribs. He opened his mouth, a desperate, pathetic plea forming on his lips. "Wait! I’m Julian! I—" The squad leader didn't hesitate. He raised his suppressed rifle, aiming the laser s

But the last time these fuckers called me out of my bed, I'd had to lie to my woman about how my knuckles got fucked up. "I got a call from the C.O." The room fell silent. We were out, yes, but we all knew because of our team's special skills, we would never truly be free. They'd built the team, yes, but we'd made it what it was and what it was was an elite force of manpower equaled to none.

But we'd gone after others before and after him and never before has the shit followed us back here. And that was another worry. How the fuck did he ever find out who we were? Or who the CO was for that matter? That right there was the kicker, the thing that made it so easy for us to accept Mancini's offer. It was obvious that we'd been compromised. SEALs don't even talk about the fact that they're SEALs. We don't even really talk about a job after it's done, because the shit that our team was called on to do was always top secret.

I'd kept my cool for my wife and kid, but underneath that calm facade I was steaming. I'd promised the SEALs that I'd try to hold off until they got their shit sorted out, but this shit was too close for comfort. No way was I waiting around for these fucks to strike again. I watched them walk into the building and saw their detail pull in behind me before turning around and heading for work.