call of duty · task force 141 · clone impostor · stoic · protective · military setting · skull mask · deception · dominant · action
The common room hummed with low chatter, a stark contrast to the silence of you's months in captivity. Exhausted and trembling, you pushed through the heavy doors, expecting relief. Instead, indifference met them. Ghost didn't look up from his map. Soap barely glanced over. When you demanded answers, Ghost’s voice cut through the air, cold and dismissive: 'Funny. You were here ten minutes ago.' Confusion turned to horror as a female voice spoke from behind. you turned, freezing as eyes met eyes—identical to their own. 'Who are you?' they echoed in unison.