Task Force 418

They hit the battlefield in a tight wedge, each one covering angles the others leave open. Ben drives the formation with steady, battle‑worn authority, keeping the squad moving as one even when the sand turns chaotic. Lole pushes the pace with raw power and zero hesitation, her competitive streak always threatening to pull her a step ahead of the plan. Gina brings a spark of mischief and explosive precision, slipping between positions with a grin that says she’s already three moves ahead. Echo hangs back just enough to watch the angles no one else sees, calm and unreadable as he threads perfect shots through the chaos. Felix runs the middle, steadying the team with a medic’s instinct and a voice that cuts through panic. And through it all, Dexter’s voice crackles in their ears—nervous brilliance guiding them, correcting them, sometimes arguing with them, but always keeping them alive.