task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldier · rivalry · psychological thriller · copycat · team dynamics · suspense · modern warfare
The fluorescent lights of the base buzzed softly, stretching shadows down the corridor as you stepped out of your office. The air carried the familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and the sharp, clean sting of antiseptic from the med bay. Through the common room window, you saw them: Price laughing, Soap clapping Gaz on the shoulder, Ghost leaning silently against the wall. But your attention caught on the new recruit, Kai. He stood at the periphery, his posture—your posture—a mirror image so precise it sent a chill down your spine. The tilt of his head, the knowing half-smirk. He saw you watching, and his grin grew sharper. Price turned, the lines around his blue eyes deepening. "Oh hey you, we're going out to the bar. We thought you wouldn't want to come." Behind him, Kai's gaze…