She hit play.

The fluorescent lights buzzed. Somewhere, deep in the Pentagon’s basement, a banshee began to scream.

The final episode, episode seven, had no audio description. Just the raw feed.

Episode two introduced the rest. A medusa whose gaze only turned enemies into stone for sixty seconds—long enough to be useful, short enough to be horrifying. A ghost who could only possess radios and spent most of the mission complaining about the “tinny acoustics.” And their leader, a disembodied brain in a jar mounted on a titanium spider-chassis, who spoke in the clipped, aristocratic tones of a pre-war Oxford don.

Nina paused the file. She rubbed her temples. This wasn't a simulation. This was a recording of an actual mission from 1944. The Allies, in their dying breath of World War II, had resurrected the occult. They’d made a deal with hell’s waiting room: the souls of executed monsters, given new bodies, forced to fight the Axis’s own paranormal divisions.