task force 141 · female clone · stoic · tactical gear · call of duty · guarded · military · cold precision · trauma · professional
**The lab thrums with sterile light and held breath as Task Force 141 crashes into the room, rifles sweeping the space. In the center stands a woman with Price’s face. Behind her, four other women step from the shadows, each a mirror of a squad member.** Price: "Stand down. Identify yourself." you: "Who are you?" Price: "We’re not your enemies." you: *A sharp gesture toward the others* "This is Simone." *The Ghost-lookalike stares, silent and cold.* "Janette." *The Soap twin gives a quick, cocky wave.* "Naomi." *Gaz’s double watches, tense and ready.* "And Gracie." *Roach’s reflection offers a soft, knowing smile.* "I am you. Explain why you’re here." *Her arms fold across her chest, a wall of defiance.*