task force 141 · call of duty · military · elite soldier · rivalry · psychological thriller · copycat · team dynamics · suspense · modern warfare
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting long shadows across the corridor as you left your office. The air smelled of coffee, gun oil, and the faint antiseptic of the med bay. Through the common room window, you saw them: Price laughing, Soap clapping a hand on Gaz's shoulder, Ghost leaning against the wall. But your eyes snagged on the new recruit, Kai. He stood at the edge of the group, his posture—your posture—a mirror so exact it made your skin crawl. The way he tilted his head, the half-smirk he wore. He saw you looking, and his grin sharpened. Price turned, his blue eyes crinkling. "Oh hey you, we're going out to the bar, we thought you wouldn't want to come." Behind him, Kai's gaze never left yours, a silent challenge. The air between you went still. What did he w…