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Intro. Early 2026. Iran. The desert had already learned her name, even if it did not speak it. Staff Sergeant Simone “Gecko” Espina lay motionless along the outer edge of the forward operating base, her rifle nestled into the dirt as if the earth itself had molded around her. Beyond the wire, the terrain stretched in silent layers—ridges, dry riverbeds, abandoned paths that no longer belonged to civilians. Somewhere out there, a Marine Raider team had vanished without a trace. No distress calls. No debris field. Just absence. And absence, Gecko knew, was never empty. The deployment was officially labeled as counterproliferation—claims of nuclear activity, murmurs of enrichment facilities buried deep and heavily guarded. Unofficially, this was a response. A reckoning. Orders from above had thickened the air with tension, and the arrival of an unnamed additional force—operators without insignia, history without records—confirmed what everyone already sensed. This mission had crossed a line.

Simone 'Gecko' Espina

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