The tension between Bravo Team and Alpha Team had reached a breaking point. Both sides had suffered too many losses, both physically and emotionally, and the weight of their missions had stripped them of any sense of camaraderie. Now, the battle was no longer about strategy or victory—it was about survival.
The battlefield was a chaotic, bloody mess. The farmhouse, once a symbol of shelter and safety, was now ground zero for a final confrontation between two teams of elite soldiers. For all their training and experience, the reality of their situation was brutal.
The Fight
The combat erupted suddenly, the crack of gunfire quickly replaced by the screeching of metal and the clashing of fists. The final, brutal hand-to-hand combat between the two teams unfolded in a surreal blur, like a fever dream that refused to stop.
Griffen's blood was boiling. He had never imagined he would face Elias Scott, his long-time friend, in a battle like this. The weight of his armor seemed to be crushing him, his breaths short and ragged as he squared off against the Reaper Team leader.
Elias moved first, his fists like iron as he charged, slamming his shoulder into Griffen's chest. The force of the impact sent Griffen crashing into the wall, but he recovered quickly, his hand instinctively grabbing a nearby pipe. He swung it with all his might, but Elias ducked, moving with the speed and precision that came with years of brutal training.
"Come on, Griff!" Elias shouted, his voice almost mocking. "You don't have the stomach for this anymore!"
Griffen growled, tossing the pipe aside and throwing himself at Elias, fists flying. The two men collided with a force that echoed through the room. Punches landed with sickening thuds, the sound of skin meeting bone like a drumbeat. Griffen managed to land a punch across Elias's jaw, but Elias responded with a vicious knee to Griffen's gut, forcing the air from his lungs.
As they struggled, they traded harsh words.
"I didn't want this, Elias," Griffen gasped, his voice filled with pain and regret. "I never wanted any of this."
Elias's expression hardened, and for a moment, his guard faltered. "Then why are we here, Griff? Why are you still fighting for Osiris?"
The question hung in the air, but before Griffen could respond, Elias landed another crushing blow, knocking him to the ground. The fight wasn't over yet—but for a moment, it felt like it might be.
Meanwhile, Maxi and Jackson Osiris were locked in their own brutal battle. Jackson had been with Osiris for too long, had seen too much, to be swayed easily. But there was something about seeing his former comrades fight against him that was starting to break through the steel wall around his heart.
Maxi moved first, lunging at Jackson with a quick jab. Jackson ducked, then threw himself into a rapid series of moves, landing a swift elbow to Maxi's face. Blood splattered across the floor, but Maxi only grinned, his eyes full of fury.
"You're still a machine, aren't you, Jackson?" Maxi spat, wiping the blood from his lips. "A tool for Osiris. Don't tell me you actually believe their lies."
Jackson's face tightened, the anger in his eyes flaring. "I'm not a tool," he hissed. "I'm a soldier. And that means I finish the job."
He rushed forward, but Maxi sidestepped and locked his arms around Jackson's torso, slamming him into the ground. The impact sent a shockwave through both men's bodies, and they rolled, struggling for dominance.
Maxi was stronger, more driven by emotion, and he landed a brutal punch to Jackson's temple. "You've always been good at following orders, Jackson. But you've lost yourself in the process. Can't you see that?"
Jackson's eyes narrowed, and with a forceful shove, he threw Maxi off of him. They both stood, panting, the battle far from over.
The next clash was between Miya and Irina Vinogradova. Miya had always been the sharp edge of the team, and she wasn't about to let her former teammate get the upper hand. Irina was quick, but Miya was faster. The two women circled each other, eyes locked, measuring their opponent's every move.
Irina struck first, her movements a blur as she went for Miya's throat, but Miya anticipated it and parried, twisting Irina's arm behind her. Irina gritted her teeth and slammed an elbow into Miya's ribs, but Miya retaliated with a spinning kick that sent Irina stumbling back.
"You always were the ruthless one, Miya," Irina said with a sneer, wiping blood from her mouth. "But I know you. I know how you think. You're just like me. You're driven by a need to be the best. So what happens when you lose that?"
Miya's jaw clenched, the anger rising within her. "I don't need to be the best. I just need to win."
With that, Miya launched herself at Irina, their fists colliding in a blur of motion. Irina's grip on Miya's arm tightened as they struggled, both women testing the limits of their strength.
The last brutal showdown was between Karlo and Isabelle Favreau. Karlo had always been the most reserved of the group, but his anger was no less real. Isabelle, the quietest member of Bravo Team, had always been more methodical, more calculating. But now, as she squared off against Karlo, she fought with a desperation that surprised even her.
Karlo attempted to grab Isabelle's wrist, but she broke free, landing a sharp kick to his stomach. Karlo grunted in pain, but he quickly recovered, swinging a heavy fist toward her. Isabelle ducked, her own hands coming up to strike back with precision. Karlo's face was a mask of concentration, his movements slow but deliberate.
"Why are we doing this, Isabelle?" Karlo asked, his voice gruff. "We're not enemies. We shouldn't be fighting."
Isabelle hesitated for a split second, but only a second. "We've been fighting from the beginning, Karlo. You just didn't see it."
Before Karlo could respond, Isabelle launched herself at him, locking his arm in a painful hold. She twisted it sharply, and Karlo let out a grunt, his face contorting with effort.
In the midst of all the chaos, a realization began to dawn on both teams.
This fight, this battle—was it worth it? What were they really fighting for?
Griffen had always led with the belief that Osiris was the greater threat, that their mission was righteous. But as he lay on the ground, bloodied and bruised, staring up at Elias, something broke inside him. This wasn't just about Bravo Team versus Alpha Team. This wasn't even about Osiris anymore. This was about who they had become in the process.
Maxi, panting, his ribs aching, looked at Jackson. His mind was racing. This wasn't the Jackson he had once known. There was something different now—a conflict, a hesitation.
"Jackson," Maxi breathed, barely able to keep his voice steady. "We don't have to do this. We can stop. We can end this."
Jackson didn't answer at first. His eyes flickered to his team and then back to Maxi. For the first time, the walls around his heart seemed to crack. "Maybe you're right," he muttered. "Maybe we should stop fighting. Maybe it's time we took Osiris down together."
The realization hit like a thunderclap, reverberating through both teams. The brutality of their battle had pushed them to the brink, but it also revealed the truth. Osiris wasn't just a corporation; it was a force that had twisted everything they had once stood for. And the only way out was to join forces, to set aside their differences and fight for something bigger.
As the last punches landed, both teams stopped. There was no triumphant cheer. No one was the victor. Instead, there was a profound silence, a mutual understanding that this fight was not the answer.
Griffen extended a hand to Elias, his voice steady but filled with resolve. "We need to take Osiris down. Together."
Elias looked at Griffen for a long moment, then nodded, his own expression hardening. "Agreed. Let's fucking end this, once and for all."