I must admit to you, dear reader, whoever you may be, I was never the writing sort, or the story telling sort, but I have decided to write this story, as it had to be told. And I am the only one who can tell it. I cannot tell you much about the story, because I do not know what it is about. Yes, you read correctly, this tale has yet occured. How do I know of it you may ask yourself, well that, is since, I was told of it. By whom, I do not know. What I was told of occured in the near future I presume, perhaps a week from now, perhaps a year, I can't tell. What I can tell you is that I was sworn to secrecy on this matter, but I know that it has to be told. As you read this story you might think I am brave for following in this quest. Brave- or foolish. But I am neither. If I were brave I wouldn't be following this story, I would be telling you why I am writing it. Same goes for being foolish. So I have decided to follow the heroes of this prophecy and lead you to it with them. That is as far as I go, the rest is up to you!
"You served too?"
"Yeah, seven years a Navy Seal."
"Holy shit, that's badass."
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Remmy Redd, one of the few women to pass Hell Week to get into the Navy Seals, and serve for another seven years after. Now, going on her last month in the Navy, she moves to L.A. to start a new chapter. After enlisting in S.W.A.T. and getting accepted, she meets Sargent Athena Grant, who invites her to lunch in Firehouse 118. Where she unexpectedly catches the eye of another soldier.
[eddie diaz x fem!]