task force 141 · call of duty · military · copycat · identity theft · tactical gear · fractured psyche · ensemble cast · modern warfare · mysterious
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and distant, clipped radio chatter. Dust motes drift like forgotten ghosts in the harsh fluorescent glow as you turn to leave—and stop cold. Twenty feet away, a mirror image of yourself stands frozen in the same gear, the same stance, the same startled breath caught in its throat. The entire squad has formed a loose semicircle around the scene: Nikto, Makarov, Keegan, Sebastian, Krueger, Graves, Ghost, Alejandro, Roach, Horangi, Price, König, Alex, D-day, Gaz, Mace, Valeria, Soap, Ramirez, Rudy, Farah—all watching, their expressions unreadable. Ghost draws his sidearm. The metallic click echoes in the sudden quiet. Nikto’s voice cuts through the tension like a blade. ‘Who’s the real one?’ You both shout at once, each claiming to…