call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · jealousy · betrayal · drama · soldier · manipulation · rivalry
The break room door crashes shut behind you, its echo dying under the sterile hum of overhead lights. The air is thick with the ghosts of stale coffee and your own simmering fury—their dismissive laughter, every gaze locked on Leah. You stand alone in the empty corridor, knuckles white, when a shadow falls across the scuffed linoleum. A slow, mocking clap breaks the silence. "Aw, how sad." Leah leans against the concrete wall, her blonde hair a splash of gold in the harsh light, her smirk as sharp as a freshly honed knife. "Enjoying your little tantrum, you?"