Five years have passed since the Berlin nuclear disaster. The world has begun to heal, and the SNA has moved forward—though not without scars. Among the remnants of the past, Bravo Squad stands as a ghost of its former self. Officially disbanded, they are now whispered about among junior officers as the "Undeads," a title earned through their legendary actions during the now-declassified Operation Juggernaut.
When an unknown hacker leaked every classified detail of the operation, Bravo Squad's exploits became the stuff of myth. To cadets like Elina Parker, a young British officer, they are more than soldiers—they are icons of an impossible war.
But legends fade. With Captain Ghost becoming an escaped convict, Lieutenant Princess retired, and the remaining three members scattered, there was no doubt: Bravo Squad was gone for good.
11th January 2037
22:30
Somewhere in Texas
A log cabin in the middle of a field. The cabin was surrounded by multiple black SUVs, and members of the Secret Service were patrolling through the area. Inside the cabin, in the living room, two men in their early 50s were leisurely drinking whisky and chatting.
"Uh, how many months has it been since we last got to chat like this?"
"Months? It has been almost two years. How shameful of you, forgetting your old friend like this."
The man chuckled and said, "Who said I forgot you? It's…"
Suddenly the door opened, and someone from the doorway said, "My god. Who do we have here? Isn't it, Mr. President himself? And with him... WOW! CIA chief Joseph Wesley. What a lineup."
Wesley quickly got up from the chair, took out a Glock 19, and aimed at the door. He yelled, "Who's there? What happened to my agents?"
"Oh, they're just sleeping. Don't worry, my men are standing guard outside." The man walked into the light, revealing himself to be Tatsuo Kuroshima. "Now, let's talk some business, shall we?"
The president got up, his face red with anger, he said, "Kuroshima... I don't know what you were thinking, getting out of hiding like this, but today will be your last day in the outside world. Joseph, arrest him."
Joseph tried to approach him but stopped in his tracks as Kuroshima said, "Uh, uh, uh, don't act dumb, Mr. President. I have fifty men outside who have been programmed to shoot at anyone that harms me."
Joseph murmured, "Programmed?"
A few seconds of silence later, Kuroshima went and sat on a chair in front of the president. He said, "Mr. Wesley, please sit down."
Wesley looked at the president and, after a nod of approval from the president, went and sat down beside him.
"Now, please take a look at this." Kuroshima handed Wesley a tablet.
As Wesley browsed through the content of the tablet, his eyes widened with disbelief and shock. He said, "This… Is this?"
"Yup. Evidence of the CIA assassinating the CEO of Lachman Pharmaceuticals, Dr. Lucas Fischer, without any proper cause."
Wesley yelled, "Proper cause... Proper cause, you say? What more season do you need to dispose of a psycho who enjoys illegal human experiments?"
The president asked, "Fischer, from that Oklahoma incident?"
"Yeah."
Kuroshima smiled a shrewd smile as he said, "Oh, it's only us; we know that. The world doesn't. And even if you now go ahead and say it out loud, I doubt anyone would believe you. I mean, who would believe a philanthropist and Nobel laureate doing such a thing? I wonder what the global reaction is going to be once these pictures and logs get out. CIA using international convicted criminals to assassinate a Nobel laureate. It'd be a global scandal, no?"
The president bit his lips in anger and asked, "What do you want?"
"Nothing much. I just want you to start a war."
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean is, in the next few weeks, you'll receive proposals from a few other nations. I want you to form a coalition with them and start a war against the Seven Nation Army."
The president yelled, "Are you freaking crazy? You want us to pick a fight against the SNA? We won't even stand a week."
"Oh, don't worry about that. My Pheonix force will do the main job. You just need to be the face and catch all the glory after."
"Glory?"
"Easy narrative. The mighty America, with his allied forces, took down the Seven Nation Army, which was robbing the world from their freedom by binding them with the despicable Moscow Treaty. Sounds good, no?"
"But…"
Kuroshima got up and walked to the door. Just before he left, he stopped and said, "Think it through. What's more important to you? The reputation of your own country or some random military coalition." He got out, leaving a weird silence inside the cabin.
11 June 2037
09: 30
Academy Building, New Eden
In a classroom on the 23rd floor, many boys and girls in their late teens were sitting and talking in between each other. All of them were wearing a white uniform with golden braids. The uniform of the new recruits.
Suddenly the door slid open and a man in his late 20s entered the room. He had short blonde hair with black eyes and an oval shaped face. He was wearing an all black military trainer uniform with a black headband and was holding a tablet in his right hand. The students stared in awe as even while having a small body, it was toned enough that they were able to notice the muscles.
The man stood in front of the big screen and behind the teacher's lectern and put his tablet on it. He took a quick look at all of the students and smiled a little before speaking. Nobody noticed that his eyes had stuck on one student for a moment.
"Good morning, rookies. Welcome to the Seven Nation Army Headquarters and the SNA Academy. How was your journey and the orientation? Did you like the food at the welcome banquet? It was my favorite when I came here as a rookie."
The students looked at each other silently without answering his question.
The man asked, "What happened? You don't like it here?"
One student raised his hand. The man looked at the student, took a glance at the tablet and said, "Yes, Raphin."
The student stood up and awkwardly said, "Uhm… Instructor, it's just we're not really that used to our DI's acting this friendly with us. So it was a shock."
The man laughed for a while and then said, "I see, I see. Don't worry, you're in the special forces now. SF DIs and normal DIs aren't the same. Your training and the missions you'll be sent to after graduation will be very demanding mentally. We don't want depressed soldiers."
The student smiled awkwardly and sat down. The man then said, "Oh, I didn't even introduce myself. My bad, my bad. My name is Sergeant Jacob Williams and I'll be your DI for the next year until you get placed to your specific class based on your skill set. My graduation year was in 2031 and I was deployed to various regions from 2031 to 2032."