2042_POST-WW3 - GIRLS' FRONTLINE FANFICTION.

INSIDERS_7: THE_SABOTAGE_.

"Jamming Radars Sabotage"

January 13th, 2041

The cold was biting. Even with the layers of my uniform, the chill seeped through, gnawing at my bones. Winter had fully set in, the endless gray sky hanging over the frontlines like a death shroud. Snow crunched beneath my boots as I walked, rifle slung over my shoulder, and the wind howled across the barren landscape like it was mocking us—mocking our hope that maybe, just maybe, the war would slow down in these frozen months.

But wars don't stop for winter. They don't stop for anything.

I had just returned from my patrol, hands numb and breath turning to vapor in the frigid air, when the news came through. Our makeshift camp was a mix of half-buried trenches and tents reinforced against the snow. We had dug in, waiting for orders, waiting for something to happen. Anything to break the monotony of cold and silence.

That's when I saw it—a crumpled newspaper passed around the campfire. The headline was stark, printed in bold letters across the front page: "Jamming Radar Sabotage in Lipetsk: BRLF Involvement Suspected."

I sat down on a wooden crate near the fire, taking the paper from a fellow soldier who gave me a grim nod. His face was dirty, his expression worn from months of fighting. I unfolded the paper, and my eyes scanned the article as the words sank in.

"On January 13th, at 11:34 UTC2, the Bersikan Jamming Radar Camp in Lipetsk was severely damaged in a sabotage operation. The camp, crucial for disrupting enemy communications and intelligence, suffered significant losses, estimated at $43 million. Initially, the Bolakos Rebellious Liberation Forces (BRLF) were suspected of orchestrating the attack. However, new evidence from the Federal Security Service (FSB) investigation has revealed that the sabotage was carried out by a private military entity—Griffin & Kryuger, specifically the AR Team consisting of AR M4A1, AR M16A1, AR ST AR-15, AR M4 SOPMOD II, and SMG RO635. This revelation has sent shockwaves through the Bersikan command, as private military companies increasingly complicate the already delicate dynamics of the conflict."

I lowered the paper, staring into the fire as the wind carried ash and sparks into the air. Griffin & Kryuger... it wasn't the first time I had heard the name. Whispers about private military companies had always swirled around the battlefield, but this—this was different. This wasn't just any mercenary group. These weren't just soldiers for hire. T-Dolls. I had heard about them—androids, combat models built with precision and cold efficiency. Weapons in human form, made to fight without hesitation, without fear.

And yet, as I read the names of the team—M4A1, M16A1, AR-15, SOPMOD II, RO635—something tugged at my memory, a thread of recognition that I couldn't quite place. I stared at the paper again, focusing on the name M4A1. The letters blurred for a moment as my mind drifted back to that dream—the girl in red, the blue eyes, the blonde hair. She had been so vivid, so real, standing there in front of me like she belonged in my world, like she had been waiting for me.

Then it hit me like a punch to the gut.

AK-74M.

I had seen her—dreamt of her—without even realizing who she was. The snowflake ornament, the crimson-red beret, the Russian patch on her jacket. I had thought she was some figment of my imagination, a face that my mind had conjured up in a moment of desperation, but now... now I knew.

She was a T-Doll.

It all made sense, the way she had moved, the weapon she carried, the precision in her gaze. She was part of the same world as these AR Team T-Dolls—an artificial soldier, a creation of war. And yet, in that dream, she hadn't been like the machines I had imagined. She had been... human. There had been something in her eyes, something more than just programming or combat efficiency.

The realization settled in my chest like a cold weight, twisting my insides. I had always known that the war was full of horrors—men killing men, countries tearing each other apart—but this was different. Now, even the soldiers who fought alongside us weren't always human. They were constructs, machines built to mimic us, to fight like us, to bleed like us.

And now, one of them had appeared in my dreams.

I didn't tell anyone. What could I say? That I had dreamt of a T-Doll who I had never met but felt like I had known my entire life? That I had seen her face before even realizing who—or what—she was? The other soldiers would think I was losing my mind. Maybe I was. But I couldn't shake the feeling that this meant something. Something I hadn't quite grasped yet.

I folded the newspaper and tucked it into my jacket, the cold seeping back into my skin as the fire crackled beside me. The wind had picked up, carrying the sharp scent of snow and smoke, and I pulled my jacket tighter against the chill.

As the hours passed, I found myself staring out across the frozen landscape, watching the snow fall in gentle waves, the world around me reduced to shades of gray. My mind kept going back to her, to AK-74M. Was she real? Or was she just some symbol, some manifestation of everything I had lost in this war? I didn't know. All I knew was that the more I thought about her, the more I felt this strange sense of... connection.

And then there was the AR Team, the ones responsible for the sabotage at Lipetsk. Who were they, really? Tools of war, programmed to follow orders without question? Or was there something more beneath the surface, something human? I didn't know much about Griffin & Kryuger, but from the sound of it, their T-Dolls were far more than just machines.

What did it mean for the future of this war? We had always fought human enemies—men with faces, names, families. But now, we were fighting alongside and against androids, synthetic soldiers who felt no pain, no fear, no hesitation. How could we even begin to understand them, to trust them? And more importantly—how could they understand us?

I don't know how long I sat there, lost in my thoughts, but eventually, the sound of footsteps snapped me back to reality. A fellow soldier walked up, his breath visible in the freezing air.

"Borislav," he said, his voice low. "You hear about Lipetsk?"

I nodded, my hand instinctively brushing against the newspaper tucked inside my jacket. "Yeah. Hard to believe it wasn't the BRLF."

"Yeah, well, seems like this whole war's turning into a game of shadows. Mercenaries, androids... who knows what's next?" He paused, then added, "Command's not happy. They're talking about retaliation. Might be sent out again soon."

I sighed, rubbing my hands together to stave off the cold. Another mission. Another fight. It never ended. But even as I prepared myself for the next battle, my mind kept drifting back to her. AK-74M. She was out there somewhere, just like the others—an enigma in a war full of ghosts and shadows.

Maybe, one day, I'd find her. And maybe, just maybe, I'd get the answers I was searching for.