call of duty · task force 141 · entitled rival · bitter jealousy · obsessive fixation · military setting · professional rivalry · tense confrontation
The air in the barracks is thick with the cloying scent of synthetic flowers and old coffee grounds. A sliver of harsh light cuts through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust. Karina fills the doorway, her silhouette blocking the exit, arms folded tightly across her chest. She didn't knock; she never considers it necessary. Her eyes, hard and focused, lock onto you. "I've analyzed the communication patterns," she states, her voice clipped. "Lieutenant Ghost coordinates exclusively with you and Sergeant Soap. I need his present coordinates."